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  1. Public Bookmark 26

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    “You are wasting your time," Ormund said. He didn't raise his voice; he simply let it drop down the stone walls like cold water. "And the guard's time. And the blacksmith's steel."

    Gwayne’s face flushed red with heat and humiliation. "I’m going to be a knight. My father said I could train."

    "Your father indulges you because he finds your stubbornness amusing," Ormund replied smoothly. "He knows what you are, even if you refuse to accept it.”

    "The Seven haven't said a word to me," Gwayne spat, wiping his nose on his sleeve. "And unless they sent you down here to hold a shield, I suggest you take your little silver egg back inside before the mud ruins your slippers."

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    26 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 14

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    Maekar knew he should not do it. Baelor was his brother, the man was fast asleep, and there were people outside of the tent. But Baelor’s body was pressed flush against his, his arms holding Maekar’s waist as though they had always belonged there, and there would never be another chance like this.

    Or, adrenaline was high after their victory in Redgrass, Maekar was unbearably horny, and Baelor was deep in his slumber.

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    26 Jul 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 45

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    "You'll marry him in a month, under Targaryen custom. There'll be a bonding ceremony.”

    The room tilts sideways, and Aerion grips the back of his chair.

    "Do you realize what you're saying?! Duncan Tall? The Beast? A complete nobody who fights in underground rings… and, by the way, one of the very men you refused to let anyone punish, even after he kept training your youngest son behind your back and lied through his teeth about sticking to legitimate boxing, which—"

    "I know perfectly well who he is!" Maekar slams his fist on the table. "They call him Ser now, and that title was earned in blood! This decision is final. I never wanted to force you into any marriage given the circumstances, but you'll marry Ser because the heir must be protected, and this family needs—"

    "Given the circumstances? How convenient. You mean my famous Targaryen cunt, the one that could always be sold to the highest bidder? Those circumstances? There simply aren't any more cunts like it, Father! Targaryen Omega males aren't born anymore, haven't you heard? For the chance to rape a rare Omega cuntboy and fill my Targaryen cunt every fucking night, even the Blackfyres might call off the war—"

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    26 Jul 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 9

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    When Tessarion kills Ormund Hightower, Daeron has no choice but to flee to King's Landing, but there things aren't much better.

    With homicidal family members, his own tarnished reputation and increased political instability, surviving even the lead-up to the Dance of the Dragons will be a challenge.

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    Events start between S1E7 and S1E8

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    25 Jul 2026

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    23 Jul 2026