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  1. Public Bookmark 48

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    Duncan looked around the room and grimaced at the bitter reality: every omega around him was either taken, married, or mated. All except him. And with Aerion constantly breathing down his neck, poking fun at his nonexistent love life, Duncan decided enough was enough. He was done waiting. He was going to put himself out there, start dating, and hopefully by years end, woo an alpha all the way to the altar.

    An ambitious plan— now if only the alphas around him would stop mysteriously disappearing...

    Or, alternatively, a cat and mouse game between an insane dragon who suffers from chronic down-badism and a clumsy oaf who doesn't even know he's playing.

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    17 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 8

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    "I am alone, Daeron," Ormund said, almost indifferently. "I have a wife who would not survive my disgrace. I have brothers upon whom I couldn't rely without looking back. This entire city, this entire army — they are loyal to me so long as I lead them to victory, but the moment the scales tip the other way, they will find a new lord to swear fealty to. That is how the world is made. And I can trust no one in it. But you — you will not betray me. I know this as surely as I know the sun will rise above the Hightower tomorrow morning. I watched you learn to speak and to walk. I taught you to ride. I taught you to read and to pray. To be pious, merciful, and noble. I did everything so that your mad family could not break you. And I believe that you, you alone, are the one who can become a worthy king. Not your stupid sister, nor your brothers, mired in sin. Only you."

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    13 Jul 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 13

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    There was a pot of soup Hans made waiting on the stove, the soft quiet of snowfall was blanketing the cabin in peace, and they were alone together. With such luxuries, any storm would have felt like an afterthought. Besides, Henry didn’t much mind the cold.
    “Easy for you, blacksmith’s boy,” Hans grumbled. “You’ve got a bloody furnace inside you!”
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    A snowstorm strands Henry and Hans in a secluded cabin, which is, of course, a terrible inconvenience. But they bear it bravely and find plenty of ways to stay warm.

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    12 Jul 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 7

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    “I won’t let you shove your filthy pizzle up my arse, if that’s what you were suggesting!”

    “Filth—?! I must inform you, stinking louse, that no one in the whole of Rattay has a cleaner pizzle than mine.”

    I shook my head confused, feeling we were speaking two completely different languages. The idea that there was something fundamentally wrong with this man’s head was starting to make more and more sense.

    “Do you think I care? It could be anointed by the Pope himself for all I ca—”

    “And I wasn’t going to suggest anything of the sort, you ignorant cunt. I was just going to borrow your mouth!”

    Oh, his sense of shame wasn’t just dormant—it was dead, probably eaten away by worms by now.

    “Are you listening to yourself?!” My fists clenched in instinctive defense, ready to strike should that pompous lunatic get the brilliant idea to come within an inch of me. “I wouldn’t do it for a hundred groschen!” I spat out the first absurd sum that came to mind, watching his silhouette with mounting tension.

    “And for two hundred?” he countered, ignoring my unease.

    Two hundred? Was this madman serious?

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    12 Jul 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 62

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    “What the fuck are you doing here?”

    Dunk shoots up, hitting his knees against the wooden table and the cooks going rigidly against the wall. It’s late. Incredibly so. The moon hanging high up in the air and the whole castle silent except for the owls and guards walking.

    “M'lord,” he stammers and catches himself.

    Maekar regards him with an almost acidic annoyance, but there’s tiredness too. One which Dunk has known from a full day’s ride on horseback. “I’ll ask again, why in seven hells are you here?” He looks around his sides and Dunk quickly answers.

    From time to time, Ser Duncan returns - he brings back home a son and slowly, eventually, he also is returning something else belonging to the same prince.

    Or in other words, Dunk finds a place in Summerhall and Maekar finds his heart again.

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    09 Jul 2026