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  1. Public Bookmark 21

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    Baelor's predicament started on a normal night.

    It came in the form of his baby brother, covered in mud as he climbed into Baelor's bed to wake him up. He'd been out in the gardens, he'd said, looking for the frog that tried to bite him the day before.

    Or: Maekar decides he doesn’t like sleeping alone and makes it Baelor’s problem

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    05 Jul 2026

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    In a world where the Great Bastards were of an age to Daeron II Targaryen, his son Maekar, at age two, was given to Daemon Blackfyre as a ward in an effort to maintain stability within the realm.

    Fifteen years later, Maekar is sent to live at Dragonstone alongside his widowed older brother, after having fought for the rebels during the Rebellion.

    Baelor is grappling with a grief-stricken son and a realm in disarray. Maekar is traumatized from a childhood spent in a household where he was unwanted and unloved. It takes a while before it stops being a disaster.

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    17 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 26

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    Baelor has very relaxing evening while Maekar grumbles about his knees.

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    13 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 42

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    "You are a terrible liar, Maekar."

    "And you are an arrogant nuisance."

    "Then why," Baelor murmured, his eyes entirely devoid of their usual brotherly warmth, replaced by a sharp, probing intensity, "are you staring at my hand as if it is a banquet and you are starving to death?"

    Maekar jerked back, his chair scraping against the floor. "I am not staring at your miserable hand."

    "You were." Baelor finally withdrew his arm, resting his chin thoughtfully on his knuckles. The gold light caught the fresh pink scar running across his palm. "You've been staring for years. It used to be amusing. Now it's just… fascinating."


    In which Maekar has always been fixated on Baelor’s hands. Baelor catches on, and offers him a feast.

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    11 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 61

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    "Come brother, let us get your bruising looked at,"

    Bruising? Is that what Baelor thought? Maekar could feel his hot blood seeping into his linen and leather. His ankle burned, his side burned, he wondered how Baelor could not smell his blood as it seeped from his body.

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    11 Jun 2026