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[CrimsonMoon]

" Jus before you awoke, they should be returning by now.." The old man rumbels and glances up at the sound of horses approaching

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He glanced up, eyes dull, at the sound of approaching hoof-beats..

[CrimsonMoon]

The horses halt outside the tent and a man cals softly," Sir.."

" Aye, come in.."

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Olin stood up straight. He was prepared to take the news as any leader would. Even in his weakness, he had to be strong.

[CrimsonMoon]

A soldier comes in, his armor covered with blood," Te stag knight..,," he began and trailed off

" what? Speak up boy!!"

" The Stag Knight wasnt there."

" WHAT?!? Then where did all this blood come from?!"

" a girl..."

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"What girl?" Olin snapped immediately.

[CrimsonMoon]

" A girl was there instead," The soldier explained softly,"... And she ripped us apart... Theres only me and two others left,"

" Out of seven.." The old knght breathes and shoots Olin a look

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Olin was relieved...not that he'd show it. He already knew how ruthless Indigo could be. But he did mourn for his men. Had he known about this, he would have stopped them sooner.

[CrimsonMoon]

The soldier shakes his head," She must've been an assassin disguised at a w****... God, this underground war is tricky.."

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Olin frowned, "Yes..yes it is."

[CrimsonMoon]

The older knight waves away the soldiers, turnig to the price and staring at him,".... Did you know?"

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"That Indigo can be a fierce fighter?" He asked nonchalantly, "Perhaps I did.."

[CrimsonMoon]

"..." The knight clasps his hands," Feirce? No... A dirty fighter," he growls but exhales

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He rubbed the side of his head, where it ached and throbbed, "Tch. This is war. There is no 'dirty fighting' in war."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Aye? I never had my face stomped on before.."

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"There's a new time for everything," Olin growled.

[CrimsonMoon]

" i suppose," the knight rumbles," so now that you know she can take care of herself, can you go to sleep?"

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"I'm not tired," the prince grunted, glaring at him, "In case you forgot, I just woke up."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Than you do what you like in the middle of the night," the old man sighs and turns to leave," you were easier to handle as a toddler..."

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The Targaryen prince couldn't help but smirk at that as he rubbed his face, "Goodnight~"