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    "Do not mistake me for Aerys or Rhaegal," he muttered, voice strained with forced control, though Baelor could hear the metered exhale of his breath. "Do you hear me?"

    Maekar's grip tightened, and Baelor felt his weight more acutely up the length of his spine as he bent nearer again, "do you hear me?" he asked once more, a mean edge to his voice- as if he were asking Baelor if he yielded with his sword knocked free of his hand and Maekar's knee shoving his gorget against his throat. The answer had been obvious then, as it was obvious now. Baelor had always evaded such an answer, enjoying the life and vicious spirit in his brother's eye; he evaded the answer now, though he had nothing to stare at besides the grain of the table.

    Do you yield?

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  2. Public Bookmark 40

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    He indulged Maekar, he knew that. He always had, in a way he did not with Aerys and Rhaegel. Baelor couldn’t help it. He never seemed to have developed the requisite ability to deny his baby brother his wishes, and his wishes, much of the time, were simply to be with Baelor.

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    Or, five times throughout their lives together when Baelor tended to Maekar's wounds, plus the one time Maekar tried (and failed) to return the favour.

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    24 May 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 11

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    Maekar’s face was mottled with purple bruising, a deep cut brushing across the bridge of his nose. His skin was sallow and pale, and his hair limp. Up this close, Valarr could see the pitted pox marks hidden behind the silver beard, heavy lines etched in his uncle’s skin from years of strain caused by war, the loss of his wife and his misbehaving children. The lines were deeper now than they were before the trial, before he had swung his mace through his father’s skull.

    Ugly. Was the cruel thought that came to mind. Maekar was not handsome like his father. Was not anything like his father.

    Baelor Targaryen lays close to death in Ashford Castle three days after the Trial of Seven, and Valarr hates his uncle almost as much as he hates himself.

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    08 May 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 40

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    Baelor died, but his ghost keeps haunting Dunk. They only get a chance to speak whenever Dunk's on the brink of death again. Minor spoilers for The Sworn Sword.

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    02 May 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 30

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    The prince’s eyes are dry now, and he sits hunched over Ser Duncan’s gauntlets with his knobby little fingers scrubbing at the armor like it’s the most important thing in the world, although Pate catches him frozen a few times, staring at the shallow rise and fall of Ser Duncan’s chest. He says nothing about it. The work of cleaning the armor is thoughtless, methodical, and Pate loses himself in that for a while, in the steady, well-practiced motion of his hands, in the small comfort of fixing what little is in his power to repair. 

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