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  1. Public Bookmark 6

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    "Yes, life in servitude to the von Dutches was, indeed, better.
    After all, private lessons with Baron von Dutch himself were a small price to pay for the luxury of thriving in a mansion like this."

    It's been two years since Daniël found himself at the doorstep of the von Dutches' manor. And though most things in his life have changed quite significantly, one constant still remains.

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    18 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 10

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    Oh, little rabbit,
    Where will you go?
    When a cat sits and laughs,
    At the foot of your burrow?

     

    Or: a young Daan and his first encounter with the being known as 'Pocketcat'.

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    18 Jul 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 21

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    "Good boy," Ormund murmured, stroking his hair. "Such a good boy. You took that so well, Daeron. I am so proud of you."

    There was a mole on Lord Ormund’s belly. Daeron had never noticed it before.

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    18 Jul 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 19

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    Aerion's like a caged thing pathetically snarling at its predicament, yet entirely powerless for all its bluster, mangy and half-eaten by fleas.

    Looks like a correctional lesson’s on the docket. No, he tells himself. He shouldn’t indulge. Not again.

    The first—and the last—time was a colossal hungry mistake. A destroyer-mistake. It won’t happen again. Hold it back. Swallow it down, work your throat around its shape and force it back down, like vomit, like underground mud water. But, it’s a torrential freshet, a demanding pressure and it’s not easing up. His control’s snapping like a splintering bone that’s been eaten away at, Aerion’s blood like a cloying dose of cough syrup stuck at the back of his throat, and his fingers are twitching, his brain getting tipsy on the swirls of possibilities, on the choked sounds he could coax out, on the little bucking movements of resistance.

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    Or, to keep Aerion from acting out, Valarr leashes him the only way he knows how. He's got the whole thing under control. Totally.

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    12 Jul 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 21

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    “Is my brother truly dead, do you think?” 

    Ormund turns then, to stare at those wide eyes and that straightened, noble back. So recognizable, all the beauty of a maid in a song and the bearing of a prince from a fantasy. “Such unexpected insolence,” he murmurs, “from a mere squire.” 

    The boy’s lip curls. “Is my brother truly dead, my lord?” 

    in the dark of the night, lord ormund hightower, guardian to prince daeron targaryen, converses with his squire.

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    08 Jul 2026