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(Ah, okay, so Indigo is their hostage?)

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Yup yup x3)

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Olin felt bad, which wasn't a usual thing for him. But when it concerned Indigo, he usually felt things that were unusual for him.

The Targaryens were allied with the Starks, who were winning in the war as of right now. This being said, they'd taken Indigo as their "hostage". He didn't want to, but it wasn't really his choice.

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As soon as she heard she was the designated hostage, Indigo had felt as if she'd been stabbed in the back. SHE had been fighting. SHE had won ALL the Baratheon's battles but now her spinless parents were willing to give her up while her fat a** brother sat on a silk pillow and was fed grapes from a silver platter?!?(this of course was a metaphor but closer to the truth then most would admit). She didn't know which family was to take her in but she had already planned, to take out as many of them as possible... And show EVERYONE that she should be heir... Even if she was just a girl...

Indigo sat with her back against the simple carriage's wooden wall. Maida was next to her, looking pale with worry... They'd never been let out of the carriage, only when they were in the middle of nowhere at night... Obviously so she couldn't tell which direction they were heading. Indigo glances at Maida and sighs," Poor Maida..."

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"Prince Olin?" Brig rode next to Olin, looking worried, "Will..will they be okay in there?"

The prince sighed and glanced back at the carriage, "They'll be fine.."

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Indigo glances up at the sound of muffled voices, anger boiling up in her... Perhaps she'd been the one to inherit Robert's aggression... But... She glances at the door which was always locked,"..." There was a way out..

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"But they've been stuck in there for HOURS!" Brig looked up at him, lips pressed together.

"What do you expect me to do?! My hands are tied here!" Olin sounded exasperated.

"Help them."

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Indigo woke Maida gently and whispered in her ear.. Maida's eyes widen and she shakes her head, her eyes pleading with Indigo... Who stubbornly refuses to back down," It'll work! Trust me.."

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"Brig..."

"At least let them breathe!" The squire snapped. That was the most angry he'd ever seen Brig.

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Indigo hugs Maida gently," Trust me.." She murmurs before moving to the front of the carriage with a bundle of blankets....

The faint smell of smoke fills the air..

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"Is that...smoke?" Brig looked up in alarm, "S-Smoke in the carriage!" He yelped.

Olin cursed and turned his horse around, "Stop the goddamn carriage!"

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A small flame flicked from the underside or the carriage. Indigo pressing Maida against the door, keeping her low," Breath as little as you can," She murmurs, listening to the shouts with a small smile... Bastards... Tey don't know who they're f***ing with

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The carriage was jerked to a stop and Olin jumped off his horse and ran over. He took out the key and unlocked it, wrenching the doors open.

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Maida suddenly presses herself against a wall. Indigo suddenly slamming into him, pinning Olin by his throat and raising the knife she had hidden away.. Realization suddenly strikes her," O-Olin?!" She chokes

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"F*cking hell, Indigo!" Olin growled and his arm shot up, grabbing the wrist of the hand that held the knife. He flipped them around so he had the upper hand, "You can't behave for two seconds, can you?"

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Indigo tries to rip free, glaring at him," Evidently NOT!! You think i'd let ANYONE keep Maida trapped like that again?!?" Her grip on the knife strengthens, her knuckles turning white... She wouldnt hurt him... Only the others..

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"Stop! No one's going to hurt her!" He tightened his grip, "Brig would never forgive me."

"M-Maida!" Brig immediately moved into the carriage, squinting against the smoke.

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She glares at him, trembling with fury before closing her eyes and letting her head hit the ground," Don't treat her like a prisoner... Keep her cooped up and worrying about everything..." She relaxs and lets the knife drop, forcing herself not to let any tears fall,".... f***... Just... Protect her,"

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"She can ride with Brig," Olin whispered, his own grip loosening when she calmed down.

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" Good.." She mumbles and opens her eyes,"... Sorry about... The carriage... We didnt know which family was taking us..."