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"I love her, okay?!" Olin shoved him away, his jaw clenching. He balled his hands into fists and looked away, "I don't care what you say. I didn't make a mistake. She isn't a mistake."

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The knight azes at him for anlong time before growling," we move out NOW... The men are already packig.." He turns his back

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He turned without another word and went to his tent to pack up his own things.

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Time skip to taragyen?)

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TIME . SKIP

They arrived at Dragonstone and for once, Olin was not looking forward to going home. His parents would definitely not be happy. The Baratheons had no reason to hate him- he did save Indigo from her fate at the w****house. He never hurt her. He loved her!

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His father had lectured him over and over again. Even trying to keep him in te castle... But this night.. A Raven landed on his window sill and shrieked at him, a letter tied to its leg

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Olin had been lying on the bed when the raven caught his attention. He hopped up and approached the bird, reaching out for the letter.

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The bird instantly ruffles its feathers and offers him a peircing cry but stays obediantly still

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He un-attached the letter and opened it up, glancing at the Raven momentarily.

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' I managed to convince my parents to let me go to the Iron Islands this coming week and stay there for a moon for 'diplomacy' matters.
Last Adventure, remember?
~Little Baratheon'

The black buck of the Baratheons was drawn below, leaping over a three headed serpent as if teasing..

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Olin smiled to himself and folded the letter. Oh, he would definitely find a way to get there, his father be damned.

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Time skip to talking to his dad?)

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Olin cleared his throat as he walked down the hall to talk with his father. He /had/ to go to the Iron Islands, no matter what, so he prayed that his father would be reasonable.

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The King sat on the throne, gazing over an assortment of weapons from various traders. Some seemed Foreign, other seemed to come from all the kingdoms...

(Imma try and relax by rping... <:3)

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He knocked on the door before entering, his purple gaze steely and blank, "Father," he murmured, approaching him.

(<33 Good, that's a smart thing to do.)

[CrimsonMoon]

" Hm? Olin? Usually when you bother me while browsing it's because you want something," he smirks devilishly," am i right?"

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The prince simply nodded, "I wish to make a trip to the Iron Islands."

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"Hm? Why?" The king tilts his head

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"I want to meet the Greyjoy boy," Olin said gravely, "To see if he really is as dangerous as people have said."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Staking out your enemy before he is old enough to fight ? How cruel yet clever," The King sneers and laughs jovially