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along with everything that was lost and won by mortesagrada
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
10 Apr 2026
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As teenagers, Baelor and Maekar have stopped speaking except when duty requires it. From their mother’s perspective, it becomes gradually apparent that the distance between them is no ordinary spat, but a far deeper wound inflicted and endured by mutual, unstated yearning.
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06 Jun 2026
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'The hedge knight lives, so I hear. Licking his wounds and pacing up and down outside the castle wall all hours. Your latest loyal dog.'
// Prince Baelor survives the blow at Ashford Meadow, but not without consequences. The seasons begin to turn.
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05 Jun 2026
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"You're lost, prince."
"Am I?" Daeron peered around as if only now noticing where he'd ended up. "Doesn't seem so. I was looking for a tent, and here's a tent." He gestured broadly, nearly toppling himself in the process.
"This isn't your tent."
"No, mine's much finer." Daeron took another wobbling step closer. "Silks and satin and all manner of royal rubbish. Dreadfully boring."Daeron stumbles into Raymun's tent after Baelor's funeral, and Raymun takes care of him despite every reason not to.
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04 Jun 2026
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absolutely love how raymun is written in this
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“And so, to resolve a crisis of entirely your own making, you’ve volunteered me for what?"
“The Bachelor, uncle, do keep up.”
“Wherein I will be what, exactly?”
Aerion rolled his eyes. “Oh, don’t be thick, uncle, it doesn’t suit. The titular role, of course.”
Or, Baelor becomes the Bachelor to resolve yet another one of Aerion’s fuck ups, and braces himself for the most harrowing three months of his life. At least the cameraman makes for pleasant company.
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02 Jun 2026
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Dunk sat back, indignant. "I knew what I was promising when I made my oath."
Baelor blinked at him. "You…did?"
"Well," Dunk amended, "maybe not the details. But oaths aren't made to be litigated, or so Ser Arlan used to tell me. You make them, and you live by all they entail, good or ill. That you might live because of my oath seems only a good, Your Grace."
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02 Jun 2026