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    “I had a dream once,” Baelor admitted, breaking the silence that had fallen over the evening.

    Duncan raised an eyebrow. Not that Baelor could see it. He was pressed against Duncan’s side, his head lying upon Duncan’s sweaty chest. After gathering his courage, Duncan finally asked on the matter. “A dream?”

    “I dreamt of you. The way you looked in your youth….the you I met at the tourney at Ashford Meadow.”

    He did not need to say a Duncan with a hand. Duncan heard it nonetheless.

    “You swore yourself to me.” The words were admitted quietly. “You swore to be my man.”

    Duncan stopped looking at the painted ceiling of King Baelor’s chambers. He closed his eyes. He kept his breath measured. Not too fast or too slow least that give away something Duncan did not wish disclosed.

    “You had to have fought instead of pleading guilty for in the dream your eye was swollen and your chain mail was bloody.”

    Duncan wondered if Baelor could hear his heart. It was beating as fast as rabbit’s. He opened the eyes. The painted dragons on the ceiling looked hungry.

    “Even in my dreams, I think of you being my man.”

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