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  1. Public Bookmark 33

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    And at evenfall he told himself that tonight there would be no dreams; no solid weight of a body against his, no honeyed curls falling across his shoulders as a fine-featured frustration too fair for his own good pressed into him, face in the crook of his neck. Surely tonight Dunk won’t take that face in his hands, run a finger along the cleft of his chin, down his royal neck, kiss the eyelids sheltering those tortured eyes that Dunk couldn’t unsee, couldn’t forget as much as he entreated.

    No appeal of may I? or like this? or please? No lissome thighs resting atop Dunk’s larger ones. No tell-tale sound of skin against skin. No intimacies that Dunk had never experienced anywhere outside of reveries, and his own voice, broken, Daeron, Daeron, Daeron.

    Not tonight, surely not tonight. There must be reprieve from such a haunting.

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    Or, the one where that sot of a prince can sense other people's dreams, and this is truly inconvenient for a certain hedge knight.

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    16 Mar 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 23

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    Dunk wakes up next to the most attractive man he's ever seen, has a brief sexuality crisis (despite knowing for a long time that he's bi), and maybe ruins his life, again.

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    16 Mar 2026

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    After the chaos of the tourney, Prince Daeron Targaryen faces the aftermath of bloodshed and injury. Searching for Egg, he finds Ser Duncan gravely wounded by the elm tree — and is forced to confront his own guilt.

    "His heart ached seeing the knight like this. Daeron did not know much of honour, didn't possess much of it himself, but he recognised it when he saw it. Ser Duncan had done what all knights should, he had defended the innocent. He had started an avalanche of blood with it, but he had stayed true to his oath."

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    15 Mar 2026

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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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    "Ser, are you alright?" the prince asks, his hand suddenly hovering near Dunk’s arm.

    Dunk gulps. Grits his teeth. Nods slowly. He has long thought he would be buried a hundred feet from where he was born. A lifetime of rain and swords, a signet ring with a dragon sigil half-buried in the mud, and now Dunk lays eyes upon a prince of the realm. Baelor Targaryen’s gaze is kind.

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    Dunk finds a ring, saves two princes, and understands just how touch-starved a future king can be.

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    13 Mar 2026