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The northern maesters assured them it would be but a brief and mild winter.
But still the dreams persisted.
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In which winter comes to Summerhall, and so does Dunk.
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16 May 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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12 Apr 2026
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Ominis Gaunt was raised to be loyal to blood, to magic, and to his family’s will. So when a prophecy names Sebastian Sallow as a wizard of extraordinary power, Ominis is offered up in marriage with a single purpose: gain his trust, learn his secrets, and help deliver him into Gaunt hands.
It was never supposed to feel real.Bookmarked by Papei
13 Mar 2026
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Haven't had a dream in a long time by spunknbite
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
28 Mar 2026
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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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10 Mar 2026
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“It’s not too late to stop! One always regrets meddling with time,” Professor Hecat implored, but surely she should know that her words would have no effect on him. He still remembered how she stood there with the other professors, silent as they took Sebastian away to certain death.
An image of Sebastian flashed before him, the curiosity that once lit those determined brown eyes now a dull stare that gazed at the wall past the two of them as they stepped into the cell. He watched as Ominis knelt down and grasped his best friend’s hand for the last time, tears glistening at the corners of those pale eyes, gemstones amongst the milky blue galaxies.
“I already regret everything,” he muttered as he rotated the Time-Turner in his palm.
He learns that changing their past will be no easy task.
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27 Jan 2026