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    "You saunter beside me, talking of the beauty of the morning, not even knowing that there has been a flood." - Margaret Atwood, "After the Flood, We."

    Mother pauses, having reached the end of all her curls, and then splays her palm flat on Argella’s head, as if to impart some wisdom or blessing. “He left Jenny Mudd at Summerhall,” she says quietly, because there are little mice and spiders and birds all around the Red Keep, and they all wind their merry little way back to Aegon and his upstart Hand. Argella’s impending good father has never been anything but kind, gracious, and conciliatory to her and her family. But they do not forget, and neither does he. Her father was one raven away from declaring rebellion against the Iron Throne when Aegon finally managed to bring his boy to heel.

    (Duncan weds Lyonel Baratheon's daughter, but refuses to set aside his beloved Jenny. Argella Baratheon dreams of rain, and waits for the flood.)

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    30 Apr 2026

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    "I've earned myself a reputation / That my bark is much worse than my bite / But I keep snapping at Goliath's hands / With all of my tiny might." - The Crane Wives, 'Take Me to War'.

    “My Khal,” says Mirri, peering up at him, squinting in the dark to make out the lines of his face, the slope of his broad shoulders, his hands clenched at his side, “and if I must choose between the mother and the child?”

    He steps towards her, then, and she falls back with silent terror for an instant. But he does not seize her, only grinds out, “Save my son. He is the Stallion-Who-Mounts-the-World. He will rule the great Grass Sea and the stones of the West.”

    Ah, she thinks. And such hope I had for you, Drogo. But there is nothing. You are no shepherd, not even to a single lamb. You are the wolf, or better yet, the wild dog, and there is nothing in you but howling greed.

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    28 Apr 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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    “So,” he said, “You are to be our grandson’s wife.”
    “An it pleases His Serenity and our father,” said Csethiro Ceredin. Her voice was deeper than he had expected, and she seemed to have to work to keep it from carrying.
    “And how does it please Csethiro Ceredin, pray?” said Maru. 
    “As well as it pleases any lady chosen to be Zhasan, we have no doubt,” said Csethiro coolly. 
    Saying that to Chenelo Sevraseched’s father was either stupid or deliberately brassy, and Maru had already ruled out the likelihood of her being stupid.

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