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    His gauntlet comes to Dunk's face, brushes clumsily over him. "My man," he breathes, barely a whisper, and there's blood on the metal, and it smears over his lips as he weeps, "Your man."

    Something sparks in his - his head, his guts - wrenching -

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    (It's divine intervention.)

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    "Ser Duncan," Baelor says kindly. Softly. His voice is as gentle as Duncan remembers it to be. It's a warm timbre that melts like honey and Duncan is sure he can taste it. He can taste the Prince in all the ways he knows he should not. "I've missed the chance to properly greet you, though, I do recall you move quick."

    Duncan knows it is a jest. He’d taken off from Ashford the moment Baelor had risen from his deathbed. He knows it is a jest because it has taken an entire spring for their paths to cross again.

    But Baelor doesn't sound upset. He sounds as if he is smiling and Duncan wishes nothing more than to see, but he refuses. His gaze digs into the sweet cakes, never up at the Prince.

    "Tart cakes," Baelor says, misunderstanding his staring. "You've chosen to wear the eyepatch I’ve given you?"

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    In which Baelor survives the Trial, and Duncan is sure putting distance between them will keep the Prince out of harms way.

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    09 May 2026

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    A tame man whose blood had woken needed a keeper, this not only said but known. A tame man without a purpose would diminish and fade and die; like a hound or a hawk bred to hunt, he needed a stronger will than his own to dominate him and make him heel.

    Dunk did not know he had killed the prince until after the horn had blown.

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    02 May 2026

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    Dunk squeezed his eyes shut, his face burning. “Begging your pardon. I am not comely, your grace. You mock me.”

    “You are mistaken on both counts," Baelor said softly, smiling. "In truth, I thought of little else after you left here. Little save this fresh-faced young knight, as big and strong as an oak, who seemed so eager to please me.”

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    01 May 2026

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    “Your grace.” Ser Duncan seemed lost for words as he looked up at him; his doleful eyes so wide and earnest, his large frame bucked down underneath the weight of his apology, his grief, his wholehearted loyalty. It was a heady feeling, the sheer magnitude of Ser Duncan’s admiration of him.

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