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  1. Public Bookmark 18

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    "Come brother, let us get your bruising looked at,"

    Bruising? Is that what Baelor thought? Maekar could feel his hot blood seeping into his linen and leather. His ankle burned, his side burned, he wondered how Baelor could not smell his blood as it seeped from his body.

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    11 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 68

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    You’d never given much thought to how you would die.

    The First Blackfyre Rebellion gives you plenty of chances to consider it.

    When Winterfell refuses to send men south, you go anyway — cutting your hair, forging your father’s hand, and riding under a bastard’s name. You find out first-hand that war takes its price in blood. You even find yourself saving one prince’s life and owing your own to another — quite the feats to accomplish in your first few months in the war.

    Alas, nothing good happens to Starks who travel south.

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    09 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 15

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    Baelor opens his stupid, overly confident, golden-tongued mouth.

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    09 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 77

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    “No, you are for me,” Baelor corrects gently. “I asked for you to come after supper, you know, you are quite early. I don’t mind a bit of eagerness from my companions, though. Especially not when they look like you.”

    Aerion gapes. Baelor thinks he has come to warm his bed. He crinkles his nose, embarrassment and something unnamable swirling in his gut.

    “I’m not— Baelor—”

    Baelor slaps his ass hard. Aerion gasps, jumps forward at the sting, rubbing against his crotch. His hands fly to grip at his uncle's biceps, skin against skin. The contact feels searing hot.

    Baelor gropes at the cheek he hit, kneading the fat. “Do they not teach you manners in Lys? It’s disrespectful to call a prince by name.”

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    Aerion is sent back in time to warn his father of the trial of seven. He ends up stumbling upon the young prince Baelor first, who assumes he's the Lyseni whore he'd requested.

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    08 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 10

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    Bael Breakspear is a mathematician in Pentos, studying the changing of the seasons.
    In the aftermath of his divorce, he is slowly drowning in depression, unable to work or to drink.
    Everything changes when, at a farewell party, he meets a stranger with silver hair and the face of a Valyrian god. Not even thinking, Bael follows him into the night, only to find himself the next morning on a mega-yacht in the middle of the Narrow Sea.

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    07 Jun 2026