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[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo nods and murmurs,"... I promise... To repay you..."

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"I expect you to," he nodded seriously.

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo falls silent before murmuring,"... Your family wants the Iron Throne back, don't you?" She glances at him

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(Who officially has the throne?)

"All families want the Iron Throne," Olin answered gravely, hands tightening on the reins.

[CrimsonMoon]

( i'm setting upthe final poll now..)

She tilts her head," I beleive... Your family more then others... But do you think the other familes..." She trails off

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"If given the chance, other families will rise up and try to gain the throne, Olin replied, his time very matter-of-fact.

[CrimsonMoon]

" But... My family and yours have been rivals for hundreds of years... It was only when te Mad... The last taragyn king was overthrown and your family hunted to the ends of the earth... The otherfamilies wont forget that,"

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He scowled at the mention of his grandfather. The Mad King- that's all anyone remembered about the Targaryens.

[CrimsonMoon]

" My granddad.... I think he was mad too..." She says softly," He was forever trying to get your grandma.. And he died for it..."

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"We all go a little mad," Olin grunted, tugging on his horse's reins when the beast started to stray.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Its sad that the reality we call reality is really just some forgotten mad man's rules and morales... I mean," she chuckles," Look at the greyjoys!"

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He thought of the Greyjoy family and snorted, "Their family will crumble as mine has."

[CrimsonMoon]

" It already has... Three times," She chuckles, Maida slumping against Indigo:.. She had fallen asleep..

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Olin shrugged, "Eventually they will fade away," he said, though he planned to keep his family name going. He wouldn't crumble away like the others. Olin was stronger than that.

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo glancs at him," Do you think the Taragyen name will ring throughout time?" She asks seriously

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"If I have a say in it, yes," Olin replied, looking over at her.

[CrimsonMoon]

" it'll fade someday... And i'm afraid of that day..." She says softly

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"I prefer to think that that day is very far off," Olin murmured softly.

[CrimsonMoon]

" As do I... As do I..." She whispers

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Once the sun started setting, Olin pulled his horse to a stop, "We should make camp for the night."