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    Like her mother before her, Sansa will do her duty

    She will marry a man who is practically a stranger, mere days before he sets off for war.

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    23 Jul 2025

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    "You don’t have the right name to make men rally behind you, you don’t have any armies nor land or a castle or--”
    “No, but I do.” Sansa drops her necklace and Jon shifts in his seat to get away from the twisting sensation in his stomach. He knows where this is going: his depraved dreams come true under the worst possible circumstances.

    Jon and Sansa get married and consummate that marriage. That's it. That's the fic.

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    22 Jul 2025

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    Sansa was determined to convince her aunt to let Arya debut, which is how she finds herself in her current predicament.

    “Who is this secret gentleman who has asked for your hand?” Aunt Lysa asks, and Sansa knows from her tone that she does not believe. (She has every right not to believe, for it is not true.)

    And then Sansa does something very, very foolish.

    She says a name.

    “The Duke of Dragonstone!”

     

    Or, Sansa fakes an engagement so that Arya can debut and marry the man she loves. The only problem? Her fake fiance just so happens to be in the city when he was not supposed to be.

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    20 Jul 2025

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    “You gonna stare at people all day or are you going to order something, lad?”

    Jayce bolts upright, facing the bartender who seems to have teleported right in front of him. The man gives him a once-over, his gaze questioning. Jayce steels himself and prepares to speak.

     

    Just be casual. Just be casual. Just be casual.

     

    “Huh?”

     

    Perfect.

    or Jayce Talis is stuck in Zaun and totally doesn't panic about it.

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    14 Jul 2025

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    Laurent wakes screaming. He’s dying. He must be. It’s the only explanation he has for the utter agony, confusion and terror that he feels. His brain is splitting itself open, bits of it strewn across space and time. He’s twenty one, in Arles, finally crowned. He’s fourteen, at Chastillon, on his knees for his uncle. He’s twenty, in Ios, watching a blade sink into Damen’s side. He’s sixteen, all alone, dreaming of revenge.

    Last night Laurent had thrust his arm at Damen, “attend me,” he had commanded, as if Damen weren’t a king in his own right. Last night, Uncle had sat on his bed, played chess with him. “I will always have time for you,” he had reassured Laurent, “even though Auguste has outgrown you.”

    Laurent leans to the side and vomits, violently. His fingers shake as he pushes his hair back, slowly, the room spins into focus. His hair is shorter than he remembers, Damen likes it long. His hair is exactly the same, cut by his nursemaid once a month.

    He is thirteen, at Marlas, and he knows everything.

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    05 Jul 2025