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    From his booted feet to his head, Aerion followed every visible inch of Dunk’s form with a silent, feline-like curiosity, as if seeing him as a mouse and sizing him up for a meal. It felt like an age before his eyes fell upon Dunk’s face, searching his dirtied cheeks and the blue of his eyes as if watching the clouds and consulting the weather, or checking the sky for signs of some foul sort of omen. When their eyes met at last, Aerion’s cockiness fell from his features swiftly as if Dunk had backhanded it from his face. His swagger faltered, and then his hackles were up, his lips pulling into a snarl.

    “I shall withdraw my accusation if the oaf swears an oath of fealty to me and becomes my sworn sword.”

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    21 Jun 2026

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    "What are you saying?" Maekar demanded. "You are telling me my son is already dead."

    "I am offering a choice, Prince Maekar," the maester stammered, pulling a scalpel out of his satchel.

    The blade caught the flickering candlelight, wickedly sharp. "A horrific choice. We can wait for him to wake. But, it is a fatal gamble. If the fire returns, he will die screaming."

    The maester slowly lowered it, pointing towards the lower half of Aerion's spine.

    "Or… I take my blade, and I intentionally sever the spinal cord. I cut the nerves dead."


    Aerion receives the blow of the mace, and Maekar has to choose between killing the body or killing the spirit. Whatever the outcome is, Dunk is charged to mend the broken dragon. Inspired by Me Before You.

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    18 Jun 2026

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    "Apologies, Lord Lannister," Ser Duncan says, his voice steady, tone stern. Aerion has to, embarrassingly enough, go on his tiptoes to catch a look at his profile, and his face seems confident, not at all intimidated by the annoyed gaze Lannister throws him. "Prince Maekar was very clear that no one was to touch Prince Aerion without his explicit consent."

    Lord Lannister makes a complicated face, as if he can't quite understand the words out of Ser Duncan's mouth. "Pardon me? No, Prince Maekar wants his son wed within the year. All of the Seven Kingdoms has heard it by now. If he expects no one to touch him, he might as well lock him in his chambers and lose the key!"

    Aerion steps forward as white-hot anger flashes in his veins; he moves, intending to beat this puny little lord's insolence to a bloody pulp, but Ser Duncan throws an arm out and forcibly shoves Aerion back behind him, a warning growl on his lips.

    Lord Lannister freezes. Aerion freezes. Ser Duncan stays relaxed.

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    15 Jun 2026

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    “To the Giant of Flea Bottom,

    Do not think this is over. I have paid three men in the Reach to follow you. If you sleep, they will be watching. If you eat, they will be counting the bites. If you find yourself some common omega wench that you’ve fallen in love with, I want their fingers brought to me in a box of salt. You are a stain on the laws of gods and men, and I will watch you rot from across the world.

    — A.T.”

    Dunk is only trying to be of honorable service, but his travels are constantly interrupted by “hate” letters from a certain exiled prince across the Narrow Sea.

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    13 Jun 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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    13 Jun 2026