●Р•Ŕ•€•¥● ●β•1•Ť•€•Ś● ●β•@•Č•Ķ● (<3)

[CrimsonMoon]

-T I M E . S K I P-

"... Prince..? Wake up.... OLIN... OLIN GET YER SKINNY a** UP!!!"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

The Targaryen prince jolted awake and groaned when the sharp pain in his head prevented him from moving too fast.

[CrimsonMoon]

The old knight was kneeling next to him, half his face and mosy of his head covered in a bandage," Welcome to the living," The older man chuckles

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Olin sat up and rubbed his temple, "What happened?" he asked gruffly, "In the battle, what happened?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Twenty casualties on our side... The rest of our boys either got knocked out or were forced to surrender. The stag bastard stopped us from being massacred but thats it

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Prince Olin forced himself to his feet, ignoring the pounding in his head, "Where did the Baratheon forces go?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Woah kid, i can barely see you as is, can't be chasing you around as well," The old knight muses, putting a big hand on Olin's chest," The Baratheon's took off but we suspect we're bein' watched, we made camp a ways off the rode... We're on top of some bluffs so we can see anyone approaching.."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Olin grunted, "I need to check on the men," he told him solemnly.

[CrimsonMoon]

" ... Fine, but lean on me. No buts," The older knight huffs," And... You'll probably have ta guide me."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Olin rolled his eyes and did as the older knight bid him, "You don't need to follow me around, you know."

[CrimsonMoon]

" If you crack your head open, they'll blame the babysitter," he answer and rolls his eyes

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Olin scowled, "How old do you think I am? Five?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Close enough," The old man growls

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

He rolled his purple eyes and led the older knight to where the injured were being helped, "I am perfectly fine on my own."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Aye? Then why were ye knocked out cold, eh?" The old man growls as the soldiers stir slightly, one sits up, his shoulder wrapped tghtly and his arm hanging uselessly," Prince..?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Olin ignored the knight's question and looked around at the soldiers with a heavy sigh, "These men need more medical care.."

[CrimsonMoon]

The soldier tilts his head," Sir... Will we have to go back?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

The prince nodded, "I'm afraid we will. No one here is fit to continue on."

[CrimsonMoon]

The soldier seems to wither with shame, as if he felt it was his fault,"... This'll cause trouble, yeah?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

The prince grunted, "What do you think?"