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  1. Public Bookmark 39

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    "My brother's mace, most like," he managed to get out, trying to keep up appearances. "He's strong." He winced, fingers pulling away on instinct. The movement sending more pain shooting down his shoulder.

    "That… feels queer, I—" Suddenly the helm was tugged again. It came loose this time. Blood dripped from the wound, falling to the ground and on his armour with wet splashes. The fluid was leaking out of his ears even faster now. Encouraged like a dam had broken

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    Baelor's wounds are a little less severe and he survives

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    23 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 16

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    Their father’s failing health drives Baelor and Maekar into temporarily moving to the family manor so they may care for him. Summerhall is a decrepit old thing far in the countryside. Its black paint withers in the sun and dust covers the sitting room’s windows.

    This place has a way of draining all life.

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    22 Feb 2026

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    Most of Brynna Blackmont's skills are fairly useless as a Targaryen's prince's much younger, politically arranged second wife.

    Except maybe these.

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    "The crown suits you, you know," said Ser Duncan over the cacophony, and brought Baelor back to himself. "Makes you look... you know. Kingly. Which I suppose makes sense, given that you're the king now." A look of anguish crossed his face. "Oh, hells, I shouldn't be calling you 'you,' should I? It's 'Your Grace.' Please don't take—"

    Baelor resisted the urge to rest his hand against the lad's back, as one might soothe a skittish horse. "No offense was taken, ser."

    "Thank you," Ser Duncan said, then immediately amended, "Thank Your Grace...ness. Seven fucks, I'm getting another drink." And he whirled away into the throng before Baelor could say a word.


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