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Olin Targaryen hated nothing more than to listen to his father drone on and one. He was forced to sit and listen like the dutiful heir he was. It was the most tedious and unappealing thing he could think of. His fathers delusions were always a step too far- their family had been cast off the throne and slaughtered for the most part. Did he honestly expect to gain the throne again?

There had been a reason they lost.

Olin tapped his fingers against the wooden table, his thoughts straying. He wanted to see Indigo- damn, did he want to see her. The desire was almost palpable and near impossible to ignore. It felt like a lifetime since he'd gotten to spend any time with her. Was she okay? Healthy? The worry killed him.

He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he waited for his father to finish.

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It had been a long time since She had 'escaped' Dragonstone with Maida... Indigo hadn't even sent a raven but... How could she? She was dealing with a problem that could either unite their families or destroy them... The child that grew within her, Olin's child at that. Indigo couldn't go home for fear of what her parents would do to it. so, with Maida, she had settled in a tiny cottage near the border of the Taragyen's lands. She had gotten her wish, finally realizing how hard it was to be a commoner.

She wandered the small forest near the creek, Maida had gone into town to sell their goods, though she struggled as a mute, she always got the best food and prices. When Indigo ask, the blonde would just giggle and shake er head.

Indigo sat on the bank of a tiny stream, resting her aching back against a tree, and though the child hadnt grown much, it was still difficult to bend down and so on. She stares at the bright blue sky, her own blue gaze tired compared to the brilliance above... She missed Olin.... But she couldnt exactly send a raven telling him where she was...

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He got up after a while, leaving the meeting chambers with the slam of the door. His father knew that Indigo's disappearance affected his son- Olin had never quite been the same after that.

Olin paced down the corridor, his violet eyes narrowed in frustration. He made an impromptu decision to go out to the stables. He tacked up his horse and swung onto its back, kicking him into a swift canter.

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Indigo closed her eyes, her hands resting over her stomach in the warm sunlight. She hums softly, remembering the songs she had first sang to Olin when they had first met... What an interesting tale that would become. She smiles faintly hums a little softer, as if trying to keep the song secret for only the child to hear.

Ever since the escape, she had become quieter, less resistant, more feminine. The Stag Knight had died at Dragonstone.

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He urged the horse faster, as though this would help him run away from all of his problems. There had been talk of marriage, of a new wife for him. Olin couldn't stay there for another second. He couldn't look his father in the face as the older man talked about marriage.

There was only one for him.

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Indigo opens her eyes slowly, she heard far off hoofbeats.. But thay could be her imagination. Maybe another patrol out to find her or bandits or soldiers... Any of them could be here, but horses wouldnt dare wander this far into the forest unless they were the toughest beasts... Or desperate

She continues to hums and slowly begins to sing quietly:
"Go to sleep
Little babe
Dawn is drawing near

Close your eyes
Sleepy babe
Shed not a tear

In the morning when you wake
I will be right here

Go to sleep
Little babe
Dawn is drawing near~"

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The roar in Olin's ears was too loud for him to hear anything except the thunder of his horse's hooves and his own ragged breath. He could barely see what he was flying passed, the entire forest a big blur. His horse snorted in annoyance, though he didn't seem to mind the rigorous exercise.

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She slowly notices the hoofbeats getting nearer and quietly pushes herself to her feet. Ugh she was stiff as a board...

Indigo leans against the giant oak's trunk, trying ti listen to where the sound was coming from

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Olin's vision blurred for a moment and he realized he was crying. He was big into crying- who was?- but this time he just let it happen. Not like it mattered, he was alone, aside from his steed.

The giant horse slowed down and bit and flicked his tail. Olin sighed and patted the beast's neck.

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She frowns when the hoofsteps slow. Maybe... It was just a wild horse...? She hoped quietly, suddenly realizing she had been protectively hugging her stomach. Indigo sighs and once again sinks down against the tree... It was so warm and she was so tired...."

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His horse seemed agitated, which was strange. He brought him out into the forest before and it never spooked him. The stallion was usually nervous in the presence of other people.

"What's wrong, Hatchet?" Olin asked as the horse pawed at the dirt.

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Indigo by then had dozed off pretty far, her golden brown hair covering her face as a soft breeze blue, te water's gurgling sounded so soothing... Everything was so peaceful...

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Olin frowned as Hatchet trotted through the bushes, straying away from the ill-marked path. He tried to guide him away, but the horse was adamant.

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Indigo listens to the solence of the forest... Faintly reckognizing the clopping of hooves but by then, she was asleep...

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Hatchet didn't stop until he reached the sleeping girl. The stallion snorted and pawed the ground again. Olin looked down and his violet eyes widened- no, this had to be a hallucination.

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She twitches when she feels the stallion's breath and frowns, she slowly opens her eyes, gazing up wearily,"... Hunh...?" Her eyes adjusting to the blurry shapes above her

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"I-Indigo?" Olin asked in disbelief, trying to figure out if she was a mirage, "Is that you?"

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Her eyes immediately widen," O-Olin?!" She gasps,immediately getting to her feet despite the sudden pain that shot through her body. she reaches out to him, tears already springing to her eyes," Are you...?"

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It's 3:12 in the morning but I don't give a damn... WHY?!!?

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(OHMYGOSH, ITS BEAUTIFUL)

Olin jumped down from Hatchet and grabbed her, hugging her to his chest. He couldn't help it. The need to have her close to him was overwhelming, "What are you doing here?"