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    Baelor survives Ashford Meadow, and takes Duncan into his service. Life at the Red Keep is strange and new, but Dunk slowly settles into his new role as a sworn knight of House Targaryen. Everything would be perfect, if only Prince Aerion would stop stalking him.

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    24 May 2026

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    A Fair Poison
    vishini
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    Baelor survives Ashford Meadow, and takes Duncan into his service. Life at the Red Keep is strange and new, but Dunk slowly settles into his new role as a sworn knight of House Targaryen. Everything would be perfect, if only Prince Aerion would stop stalking him.

    Ch 14

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    “The Prince needs a sworn sword?” Dunk blinked at the two brothers, certain he must have misheard.

    “A sworn shield,” Baelor corrected. The distinction seemed to matter.

    “The title will be spoken publicly as a reward. A reconciliation. The prince you fought against now honours your valour and accepts that the Gods judged you to be innocent. A tale of chivalry restored, of a dragon gracious in defeat. Songs will smooth the rest.”

    “And in truth?” Dunk asked before he could stop himself.

    Maekar did not look away. “In truth, you will ensure my son does not forget what that day has cost.”

    “You would have me... watch him.”

    “I would have you guard him,” Baelor replied at once. “My nephew needs protection; from blades, from poison—"

    “—and from himself.” Prince Maekar’s voice followed harder.

    Baelor survives his injuries at Ashford and takes charge of the fallout. Determined to cure Aerion’s deepening psychosis, he brings his nephew to King’s Landing to guide him and help him master his darker impulses. Until then, the unstable prince will need guarding, from others as well as himself. Baelor chooses an unlikely protector: The Hedge Knight.

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    18 May 2026

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    For a Single Yesterday
    Anonymous
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    “The Prince needs a sworn sword?” Dunk blinked at the two brothers, certain he must have misheard.

    “A sworn shield,” Baelor corrected. The distinction seemed to matter.

    “The title will be spoken publicly as a reward. A reconciliation. The prince you fought against now honours your valour and accepts that the Gods judged you to be innocent. A tale of chivalry restored, of a dragon gracious in defeat. Songs will smooth the rest.”

    “And in truth?” Dunk asked before he could stop himself.

    Maekar did not look away. “In truth, you will ensure my son does not forget what that day has cost.”

    “You would have me... watch him.”

    “I would have you guard him,” Baelor replied at once. “My nephew needs protection; from blades, from poison—"

    “—and from himself.” Prince Maekar’s voice followed harder.

    Baelor survives his injuries at Ashford and takes charge of the fallout. Determined to cure Aerion’s deepening psychosis, he brings his nephew to King’s Landing to guide him and help him master his darker impulses. Until then, the unstable prince will need guarding, from others as well as himself. Baelor chooses an unlikely protector: The Hedge Knight.

    Ch 9

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    Aerion finished his joust match as before: he killed the horse, injured Ser Humfrey’s leg, and got banned from the tournament. But he was too tired from his father’s lecture to visit the commoners’ markets, so the next day the tournament continued.

    He sat in the highborn seats and watched the boring joust.

    Now, it wasn’t so boring—when the wooden lance of some stupid inexperienced huge hedge knight came flying toward his father and uncle’s seats. Both were chatting with some lord and unaware until Aerion abruptly pushed them out of danger. The lance struck deep into the prince’s side. Blood was everywhere.

    And that stupid knight? He now owes him a massive debt.

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    23 May 2026

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    Clumsy furniture
    Anonymous
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    Aerion finished his joust match as before: he killed the horse, injured Ser Humfrey’s leg, and got banned from the tournament. But he was too tired from his father’s lecture to visit the commoners’ markets, so the next day the tournament continued.

    He sat in the highborn seats and watched the boring joust.

    Now, it wasn’t so boring—when the wooden lance of some stupid, inexperienced oaf of a hedge knight (aka Dunk) came flying toward his father and uncle’s seats. Both were chatting with some lord and unaware until Aerion abruptly pushed them out of danger. The lance struck deep into the prince’s side. Blood was everywhere.

    And that stupid knight? He now owes him a massive debt.

    Ch 10

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    Aerion's silver hair fluttered in the midnight wind, violet eyes shining bright even in the darkness. His very stance was imposing, something fierce, old, and looming on top was something far more fierce, and far more old.
    A giant head hovered on top of the prince. It scales seemed a deeper red in the night. It twisted it's large head, yellow glowing eyes shining bright even in the dark, just like it's rider. Both as terrifying as they are beautiful.
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    What if dragons never died during the Dance of the dragons? How different would Aerion have been if he had the one thing he actually wanted?

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    28 May 2026

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    Madness is a disease (Yet you do not seek a cure)
    Icanfeelitinmynuggets
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    Aerion's silver hair fluttered in the midnight wind, violet eyes shining bright even in the darkness. His very stance was imposing, something fierce, old, and looming on top was something far more fierce, and far more old.
    A giant head hovered on top of the prince. It scales seemed a deeper red in the night. It twisted it's large head, yellow glowing eyes shining bright even in the dark, just like it's rider. Both as terrifying as they are beautiful.
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    What if dragons never died during the Dance of the dragons? How different would Aerion have been if he had the one thing he actually wanted?

    Ch 15

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    “You are dirty.”

    From his place on the ground, Dunk turned his attention away from the stick he was whittling and looked up at the young boy in front of him. Of course he was dirty, he and Ser Arlan had been traveling for a fortnight. What business that was of the little lordling, Dunk did not know. 

    “My sister says that dirty boys get sick and die,” the child continued before Dunk could even think to respond. 

    Brat. 


    Or a vaguely Anastasia-adjacent story where Dunk and Aerion meet under very different circumstances, at a very different time
     

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    04 Jun 2026

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    The Innkeeper’s Boy
    sasugu
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    “You are dirty.”

    From his place on the ground, Dunk turned his attention away from the stick he was whittling and looked up at the young boy in front of him. Of course he was dirty, he and Ser Arlan had been traveling for a fortnight. What business that was of the little lordling, Dunk did not know.

    “My sister says that dirty boys get sick and die,” the child continued before Dunk could even think to respond.

    Brat.

    Or a vaguely Anastasia-adjacent story where Dunk and Aerion meet under very different circumstances, at a very different time.

    Ch 3