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[CrimsonMoon]

time skip? but. hmmmm.... I was thinking about dropping a dramabomb... not yet XD..)

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( dramabomb? /is curious )

[CrimsonMoon]

oh yesh a mega drama bomb!!)

-TIME . SKIP-

It had been a few days since Indigo had seen Olin, purposely making them eat at different times and basically locking her in her room... Maida was allowed to come and go as she pleased but.. never seemed happy about leaving her 'sister' who seemed t be getting increasingly ill.. never being able to stand up without becoming dizzy and having a wave of nausea crash over her.. so Indigo lay on her bed, staring out the window and trembling faintly... she rarely got ill but when she did... it usually almost brought her near death though that was a secret hidden quite well...

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Olin was growing increasingly agitated. He hated being kept away from Indigo, especially since she was so close. He'd talked to Maida often, but that wasn't enough for him.

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>:3 bwahahahahahaa!!)

Maida now slipped out of the room, nervously skirting around the creepy guard who always had this look on his face and rushing down the hall way... she'd been writing quite a bit to the Maester... Indigo hadn't been eating, but drinking a lot and still being incredibly thirsty... Maid was absoloutely desperate this time. Usually at Storms End they were prepared for this but here... she was positive that this fortress only had supplies to prevent diseases from wounds and exposure.. She skids around a corner but freezes when she notices the King gazing out a window....

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Olin pushed away from his desk. He was supposed to be studying, but he couldn't concentrate anyways. The prince left his room, glaring at nothing in particular. His father be damned- he'd see Indigo no matter what.

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Maid quickly retraces her step, maybe she could sneak past? he was so old... wouldnt he be a little deaf? Blind hope but hope the same... she takes a deep breath nd walks quickly down the hall, praying

Indigo had forced herself to sit up and immediately felt dizziness crash into her again, what the heck? She'd... not eaten anything weird, had she?

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Olin walked down the hall with brisk steps, violet eyes keeping watch for any potential problems.

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the guard that stood outside her door was whistling mindlessly, his gaze scanning the hallway... what a sh*t job

Indigo leans slowly bac onto the pillows, praying to the Maiden that it wasn't what she thoughtt...

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Olin wasn't even in the mood to deal with guards. He grabbed the young man by the collar and sneered, "Here's the deal. You let me in and look the other way and maybe I'll let you keep your life."

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The guard stares at him in shock but nods his head vigorously," Y-yessir.." he rasps

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His sword was drawn and pressed to the guard's neck for emphasis, "And if my father finds out, I'll know who to blame. Believe me, I can make your death look very accidental."

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the guard gulps.. obviously having heard f other 'accidents' through the year and seems to whisper 'yessir' in a very soft and fearful voice

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Olin smiled cruelly and shoved him aside, "Good boy," he said simply and opened the door, slipping inside.

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Indigo glances up and smiles dizzily," Hey.... that was super mean," She rasps softly and attempts to sit up but only manages to prop herself again the bed frame... she looked pale and a little tired.... unfocused as if she couldnt really see him

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Olin came over and knelt by the bed, "I had to see you, Indigo," he murmured, carefully looking over her.

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Indigo grins and reaches out, touching his cheek lightly though her hand was clearly shaking," I'd prefer f you didnt make your own guards sh*t themselves but i suppose it's ok," she smiles faintly

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"How are you? I heard you haven't been feeling well," Olin said, his tone worried.

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" Maida probably told you, hm?" She whispers and laughs soft, withdrawing her hand," Y-yeah... i doon't get sick a lot but when I do... it's suer bad.. but this time is different.. cuz i havent eaten anything bad... no cough, etc, etc.."

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He frowned and felt her forehead, "A medic should be sent for immediately."