Drama Queen // Otto Hightower // Thea Queen

3. Fuck and Flirt

"Hello, Lord Otto Hightower." Oliver remarked. 

"Yes." Otto agreed looking Oliver over. 

"I'm Oliver Queen." He answered and Otto nodded slowly. "My sister is thrilled to meet you." Oliver lied. 

"I'm sure." Otto agreed stiffly. 

"She... well she doesnt know." Oliver admitted quickly. 

"Doesnt know what?" otto countered. 

"Who you are." Oliver informed him. Otto stared back at him. "My mother was very clear about that." 

"I see." Otto agreed swallowing the lump in his throat. "Right, well... where is Theadora?"

"Don't ever call her that. She will decapitate you." Oliver remarked. "I'm serious. It's Thea or Drama. But I don't think you have gotten to that point yet." 

"Drama?" Otto asked confused. 

"Thea is our little Drama Queen." Oliver explained. "Has been for years. She ran off with the theater when she was little, loved the stage, doesnt like being told no or what to do, she will do the opposite just to piss everyone off." Oliver informed him. 

Great, this was great Otto thought bitterly. Everyone had to marry and continue the line but this was unfortunate. Sure Thea Queen was said to be beautiful but trouble and from what Oliver was telling him Otto was ready to abandon this union before it started. 

"She is sweet, but... just..." Olive let out a long breath. "I thought I would prep you before you met her."

"I don't think this union has to take place. It's fine." Otto corrected. 

"Mother said you need her support, her weaponry to strengthen Old town." Oliver corrected. "She wants Thea married off to someone," Oliver waved a hand in front of Otto. 

"Old?" Otto asked incredulously. 

"Mature." Oliver countered innocently. 

"I have sons." otto reminded him. 

"Yes, mother doesnt want Thea to push around your boys. She wants the status that you hold as hand of the king and Thea to have some sort of stability."

"Stability." Otto breathed out. 

"I am my sisters sworn sword, my pal Tommy and I go where she goes so... welcome to the family." Oliver offered. Otto stared back at him. "I will find Thea."

Otto watched him walk off. Was he ready for marriage again? It had been years, Viserys moved on, moved on with Alicent quite well it seemed. Maybe he needed a younger bride to breathe life back into him. 

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 ' Your Grace.' Howland sharp remarked, noting the tracks.

''How far?' Viserys questioned.

'Her droppings were found half a league to the east.' He smelled the air. 'Still fresh. Between two and three hours, Your Grace. My best scouts spied him.'

'The beast is upward of 35 stone. And we now have his trail.'

'Aye. Before the dragons ruled over Westeros, the white hart was a symbol of royalty in these lands. And on this day of all days. I've never been one for signs and portents, Your Grace, but if the gods did wish to show their favor.' His advisor suggested.

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''I should be joining you on the hunt. You all know im better than you lot combined!'' Thea declared and Oliver hushed her.

''Thea stop it.'' Oliver begged holding back a laugh. But Harwin laughed out. 

"I would love for the little lady to join us." Harwin corrected.