Never was a song as bittersweet as chivalry.
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Born from ashes. by youngjusticewriter
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
03 Mar 2026
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“Pour Ser Duncan a cup of the sweet Dornish red, Aegon,” the prince commanded his nephew. He still was staring upon Duncan. “Try not to spill it on him, you’ve done him sufficient ill already.”
The words made Duncan’s stomach twist; the sensation made him think of times he had ate spoiled meat and it turned his stomach.
“He meant no harm for me,” the words spilled out. The boy by Duncan’s side was not the one who had squired for him but Duncan was still incapable of not defending him. He may not be looking at the boy but that did not mean Egg was not dear to him. (It was not his oath as a Kingsguard that had made him brave the fires over and over again.) “And the boy won’t spill, Your Highness. He’s a good boy.”
There was also the matter of Duncan having known what were the consequences of his defense of Tanselle this time around; they would want his hand. Last time, it had not only been a hand but his foot as well. He had not kicked the prince this time around and, for that, they would only demand his hand should he be found guilty.
Egg had not led him astray as Prince Baelor believed. Duncan had walked this path knowing what dangers he would encounter.
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Do you like me better in your head? (I can not outrun myself, do you see?) by youngjusticewriter
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
04 Mar 2026
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Duncan’s eyes opened. He was greeted with the familiar sight of a thatched roof. His heart was beating fast. It felt as loud of as war drum even though Duncan knew no one else would hear it.
He blinked. It was a thatched roof above him. Not woods. He was not in the woods.
His heart was still racing though. It had been such a dream. Duncan tried to shallow. His mouth was far too dry for that though.He breathed in through his nose. He breathed out through his mouth. His heart was still racing as though he had actually been in a fight for his life. The mind may know it was just a dream but the body did not heed to logic.
He wasn’t dead.
It had just been a dream.
There was a knocking noise that filled the air. Duncan’s eyebrows drew together. He wasn’t expecting visitors. Especially not this hour. He waited for someone to announce themself. No one did.
Strange.
(Princess Shaera would have described it peculiar before wrinkling her nose.)
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Oh Atlas how beautiful you are in your tragedy. by youngjusticewriter
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
05 Mar 2026
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“I was never a knight, Your Majesty.”
“Do not,” King Baelor swiftly commanded. He was still fiddling with one his rings.
The King did not elaborate on just what he was wanting Duncan to refrain from and so Duncan asked, “Do not what?”
“You have not referred to me as such this entire conversation. I see not point in you starting now.”
It was good thing Maeker was not in this room. The prince would not take well to Duncan discarding titles - disgraced hedge knight or not - much less King Baelor giving Duncan his blessing to.
Instead of acknowledging the decorum King Baelor was giving him permission to neglect, Duncan simply got upon his knees, like a man before a sept or a Northern before their Weirwood tree. “I was never a knight.”
After he spoke, King Baelor’s expression became an admonishing state. Such an expression had reminded Duncan of the child Egg had named after him. Perhaps it should not shock him that King Baelor favored his great nephew. The Prince of Fireflies had inherited his mother’s dark hair instead of his father’s hair coloring.
“And?” King Baelor asked.
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What is the point if I do not tame my rage and be kind? by youngjusticewriter
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
19 Mar 2026
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Duncan knew what happened when gluttons of wine were forced off it without a drop. Nothing good would come off it. Daeron would need to be weaned off it like a dog weaning off his mother’s milk.
“Then you would be a fool.” Duncan admitted as he looked upon the man who Aegon the Fifth had grown to strongly favored as summers went by.
Maeker’s mustache trembled from rage. Duncan wondered if the prince was going to raise his hand and strike him.
Duncan could take the pain. He had endured the heat and pain of Summerhall again and again to rescue people. He could endure a mere slap across his face.
“I did not realize you studied at Citadel after losing your hand,” Maeker remarked and Duncan knew Maeker meant any and all offenses Duncan might find in his remark. Duncan breathed in. He breathed out. (He did not bother counting in his head like a septa had once instructed Princess Shaera to do in order to rein in her temper.) He knew Maeker; he, in fact, knew him longer than King Baelor and, thus, he knew that Maeker could have the ire of a bear when it came to his children being in danger whether the danger was genuine or perceived.
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Of pushing boulders over hills and other such tasks. by youngjusticewriter
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
06 Mar 2026
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“My actions are not inspired by such a belief,” King Baelor told him.
Duncan stared. He waited. The King did not explain himself. “Then why?”
He didn’t add your majesty at the end. The King did not like it when Duncan referred to him as such when they were in private.
“Whether you acknowledge it or not, you are representative of my House, Ser Duncan.” King Bealor explained and Duncan’s mouth twisted. Yes, he knew that. “Any knowledge you fail to have is knowledge that others shall judge as a failing of-“
Duncan cut him off. “Do you hold your Kingsguard to such scrutiny?”
King Baelor stared at him. The circles under his eyes had only grown since they had returned to court. “You know I do not.”
There was a table overflowing with, not only food, but desserts as well. It was not forgotten as much as it was being neglected.
“Why am I different?” Duncan asked, feeling a familiar sort of exhaustion. It was not, Duncan knew, a tiredness that sleep would amend. Life at court often lead to such tiredness.
“They know I favor your company and heed your words.” King Baelor admitted quietly.
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If you had an altar, I would worship at it. by youngjusticewriter
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
09 Mar 2026
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Shiera leaned forward. Duncan could feel her breasts pushing against his lower stomach. “You should see the look on his face.”
“You are a cruel woman,” Duncan said without any hesitancy even though he was well aware of the rumors of her being a witch or even a sorcerer like her half-brother. (What the difference was between a witch and a sorcerer, Duncan was not well informed of or even informed of at all, despite there being ample rumors of Shiera being one or the other.) He kept dancing with her despite that. “If I get killed because you want to play a twisted game with your brother-“
Laugher cut off Duncan. Shiera had, apparently, found Duncan’s words so amusing that she had thrown her head back from gayness. What she found so delightful, Duncan did not know despite years of experience with Targaryen family. Blood Raven plotting for his misfortune out of jealousy was not humorous to Duncan. After all, Baelor could take his aunt to bed and live but Duncan was no Targaryen. He was not even a knight - not that such a thing would matter to likes of Blood Raven.
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It’s you that I lie with. by youngjusticewriter
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
14 Mar 2026
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“Is Duncan your name?”
The question was abrupt. Duncan looked up at the King Baelor. The skin underneath the King’s eyes had grown darker despite Duncan’s recovery.
“What?” Duncan asked. He did not feel stupid for asking the question. He was curious what was going on. He had no context for the question.
“Is Duncan your name?” The King repeated, his voice not short from impatience despite having to repeat himself.
Duncan’s eyes narrowed. “What has brought this on?”
The King’s mouth thinned. Duncan’s stomach twisted as though he ate bad meat.
“Men do not call out their own names.”
When had he called out his own name? Duncan frowned. He did not take his eyes off King Baelor. Something in his gut told him it was unwise to look away. “When did I call out my name?”
“When you were fighting the fever,” King Baelor admitted. He had yet to take his eyes off Duncan. Though his eyes darted back and forth as though Duncan’s expression was a book he was reading.
“It is my name.” Duncan had not always been Duncan - it was Egg who had given him the name - but it was his name.
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I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. by youngjusticewriter
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
10 Mar 2026
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“I had a dream once,” Baelor admitted, breaking the silence that had fallen over the evening.
Duncan raised an eyebrow. Not that Baelor could see it. He was pressed against Duncan’s side, his head lying upon Duncan’s sweaty chest. After gathering his courage, Duncan finally asked on the matter. “A dream?”
“I dreamt of you. The way you looked in your youth….the you I met at the tourney at Ashford Meadow.”
He did not need to say a Duncan with a hand. Duncan heard it nonetheless.
“You swore yourself to me.” The words were admitted quietly. “You swore to be my man.”
Duncan stopped looking at the painted ceiling of King Baelor’s chambers. He closed his eyes. He kept his breath measured. Not too fast or too slow least that give away something Duncan did not wish disclosed.
“You had to have fought instead of pleading guilty for in the dream your eye was swollen and your chain mail was bloody.”
Duncan wondered if Baelor could hear his heart. It was beating as fast as rabbit’s. He opened the eyes. The painted dragons on the ceiling looked hungry.
“Even in my dreams, I think of you being my man.”
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