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  1. Public Bookmark 13

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    Dragging Matarys into this twisted family freak show.
    This dark Baelor has been doing some effective parenting.

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    27 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 28

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    “Uncle.” Aerion says upon his door closing, facing his vanity as he throws back a cup of wine. A red silk robe is loosely clasped around his waist, one shoulder starting to slip down, “What did you decide to bribe the hedge knight with to–”

    His words die in his mouth when he turns, discovering the hedge knight in question right there in his very room. Dunk watches surprise, confusion, and anger flit through those pretty pale violet eyes, sliding from Dunk to his uncle.

    “I'm glad you should ask, Aerion.” Baelor folds his hands pleasantly in front of him, “I've given him you.”

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  3. Public Bookmark 72

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    “Too tempting?” Aerion teases, the sting of rejection fresh and dripping something mean into his words as he sits up to speak to his uncle.

    “Aerion.” Baelor scolds, though Aerion can see the restraint slipping in his uncles eyes as he leans away.

    “Are you going to send me back to my own chambers now? Freshly fingered for the first time and still aching because you are too honorable to finish me off.” Aerion questions as he presses forward to be closer to his uncle's retreating figure.

    (or Aerion is left with his Uncle Baelor to punish him for his wrongdoings, Baelor almost leaves a surprise in his sons future mate)

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  4. Public Bookmark 76

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    Valarr cared for his image, as his father taught him to do so. He was a Targaryen, and no Targaryen had ever truly turned their backs on duty, even so, their ways does not always meet the norms of Westeros, and Aerion, foolish and naive, thought that—he thought ineptly, and now Valarr was throwing the truth right at Aerion’s face.

    “My prince?” The Maester hurried forward, setting the cup on the table with a quiet clink. He retreated instantly, tray clutched to his chest. “The tea, my prince. She should take it immediately, lest her actions allow the seed to strengthen into a fledgling.”

    “Leave,” was the only word he could utter. The Maester obeyed with frantic speed, the door clicking shut just as Aerion’s glass cup shattered against the wood.

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  5. Public Bookmark 78

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    “How enlightening,” Aerion drawled. “Three years wed, and we are advised that my mate should rut in me more often. Your chains are well-earned, maester. Such wisdom is surely rare.”

    The old man ignored the barb with the practiced ease of a man who had served many difficult princes. “I am merely advising patience, Your Grace.”

    Patience. The word seemed to mock Valarr. He had practiced patience until it felt like a slow-acting poison.

    Valarr cannot quicken an omega.

    Prince Aerion is barren.

    Their bonding must have displeased the gods.

    At first, the whispers had been little more than a dull irritation, easy enough to dismiss as courtly malice. Now they had sharpened into something uglier, emboldened by time and repeated failure.

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