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  1. Public Bookmark 13

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    Inspired by a Tumblr post by willjulep:
    Every prince should put himself in just a little bit of danger from time to time as enrichment for his knight. It doesn't need to be dire, unless that's what works for your dyad. Yes, the knight forgetting his station to demand, sometimes physically, that you avoid such rash and thoughtless action is part of it.

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    28 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 39

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    Arlan had drilled it into him, the first time he'd dragged him to a brothel - you're a big lad. You must be twice as gentle, lunk, you hear me?

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    25 Jun 2026

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    Dunk squeezed his eyes shut, his face burning. “Begging your pardon. I am not comely, your grace. You mock me.”

    “You are mistaken on both counts," Baelor said softly, smiling. "In truth, I thought of little else after you left here. Little save this fresh-faced young knight, as big and strong as an oak, who seemed so eager to please me.”

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    19 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 18

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    “Keep squirming and I'll bite,” Lyonel says, not bothering to hide how the prospect delights him.

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    16 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 52

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    “My man.” Baelor’s mouth curved. His thumb traced the line of Dunk’s lower lip, and Dunk’s breath went to pieces under it. “There’s my man.” A beat. Then, lower, with the faintest gleam, testing the weight of the words: “My dog.”

    And Dunk — who had carried that word like a coin in his fist since the day Maekar threw it — shut his eyes and made a low broken sound, and the whole of him went warm and loose and willing.

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    01 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    smidgen of whump followed by the good good