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    “I’m with child actually,” Aerion said cooly. “So no, my dear Daeron, I am not getting fat. I am merely eating for two.”

    “Child?” The dumb creature he had let into his bed asked blankly, “where?”

    Duncan’s armor creaked as he bent and peered under the heavy table. Daeron sucked in a sharp breath.

    “What madman was stupid enough to stick their cock in you?”

    A booming thunk as the table rattled on its legs. Duncan let out a muffled curse and crawled back out. Color had drained from his face. Aerion ignored his quiet panicked attempts to catch his gaze and selected another grape from the offerings, red this time.

    Aegon jumped up onto his chair, bald little head cocked to the side. “Are you— truly?”

    “Oh, Father is going to kill you,” Daeron observed as he snatched a goblet and filled it with light summer wine. “After he flays the skin from the man that seeded you.”

    (Or the countdown for Dunk's impending demise by Maekar's mace.)

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    17 Jul 2026

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    The washerwomen say he was a Lysene pirate.
    The stableboys swear he was a Dornish sellsword.
    The servants whisper of a tall Northern wildling.

    In the Red Keep, everyone has a theory about who sired Prince Aerion's three bastards. They imagine a dozen different alphas from a dozen different lands. Everyone, that is, except the silent seven-foot-tall knight in white standing right behind them.

    The truth hiding in plain sight.

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    11 Mar 2026

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    "My old man, Arlan… he used to say that the worst demons get bigger in the dark. You're in the dark, Aerion. I can see it. You don't have to pay me. You don't have to owe me anything. I can just… be there. When you eat. Or when you feel like you can't."

    Dunk held out a hand, palm up. Rough, calloused, honest.

    "I can just sit with you. I’m good at sitting. I’m big enough to block the door if you try to run to the bathroom."


    In which a Flea Bottom scholarship kid is drawn like a (mam)moth to the Brightflame. And becomes the honorary manny-driver-sugar baby of the Targfam.

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    11 Mar 2026

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    Dunk chuckles softly, leans back to prop himself on the hotel bed pillows, then in a low voice says, “I’m sorry my Prince, but if you did not want me to wake you, you shouldn’t have given me this.”

    “Oh, finally found my good luck charm did you? Took you long enough, I was hoping you would find it on the bus and sneak away to the bathroom.”

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    Aerion gives Duncan a good luck charm before one of his away rugby matches.

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    10 Mar 2026

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    Six years in exile with Duncan should have broken him.

    Instead, it teaches Aerion exactly how far he’s willing to go to take back what is his.

    Married into House Baratheon and forced into obedience, he plays his part: omega, consort, heir-bearer.

    What no one notices is that none of this is theirs. Not the heirs. Not the future of Storm's End.

    And certainly not his freedom with Duncan.

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    09 Mar 2026