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  1. Public Bookmark 33

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    “I hardly credit hunting to be some great pastime.”

    “I would have thought otherwise.”

    The corner of Baela’s mouth tipped up slightly. “From my attire and lack of side-saddle? Appearances deceive, my lord.” She hadn’t yet looked away, neither had he. “Do try to ride an ordinary saddle in skirts and tell me how you fare. Certes I do not fare well in a hunt; the chase is a thrill, yes, but the interminable wait afore then, less so. Hawking, now, is much more of a delight. Or a tourney.”

    Jacaerys groaned under his breath.

    Ah, yes, another rumoured transgression: performing in the coronation tourney under the guise of a mystery knight. No rumour by the prince’s reaction. She is not as those who came before her. Cregan liked to think he had the measure of the Crown Prince but his betrothed was more of a mystery to him. One he found himself keen to solve now he had her in his sights.

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    27 May 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 30

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    She falls asleep, Lady’s pelt around her shoulders. She dreams of Lady, of the woods, of a wolf like Nymeria, of a wolf, huge and wild and black as pitch, wheeling and turning in the courtyard at Winterfell, she dreams of a grey curled at Bran’s bedside, of one as white as snow, with eyes as red as blood watching over crows.

    When she wakes, for a moment, she can feel a wolf beneath her skin.

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    23 May 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 52

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    "You're lost, prince."
    "Am I?" Daeron peered around as if only now noticing where he'd ended up. "Doesn't seem so. I was looking for a tent, and here's a tent." He gestured broadly, nearly toppling himself in the process.
    "This isn't your tent."
    "No, mine's much finer." Daeron took another wobbling step closer. "Silks and satin and all manner of royal rubbish. Dreadfully boring."

    Daeron stumbles into Raymun's tent after Baelor's funeral, and Raymun takes care of him despite every reason not to.

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    22 May 2026

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    Daeron dreams of a dead dragon and a living knight, and decides he is tired of waking up to tragedies he never tried to stop. When he retracts his accusation against a hedge knight and steps into a trial never meant for mercy, Daeron learns that changing fate costs more than blood, and loving a man he’s not supposed to costs even more.

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    22 May 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 4

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    “How do you want to do this?”

    He blinks, caught halfway inside his shirt. Apo makes a demonstrative gesture. He chokes.

    “Um, yeah. I have lube?” It comes out like a question and he winces. His subvocals slip, chirping I'm a baby please be gentle submissively the way that Scott rolls his eyes at them for. Apo raises an eyebrow.

    “Yeah, I can top you. Do you wanna get knotted or just fucked?” You're safe, baby, she rumbles back. I'll protect you.

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    18 May 2026