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  1. Public Bookmark 20

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    Dunk and Lyonel and the things they get up to after the dance scene

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    17 Feb 2026

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    "The crown suits you, you know," said Ser Duncan over the cacophony, and brought Baelor back to himself. "Makes you look... you know. Kingly. Which I suppose makes sense, given that you're the king now." A look of anguish crossed his face. "Oh, hells, I shouldn't be calling you 'you,' should I? It's 'Your Grace.' Please don't take—"

    Baelor resisted the urge to rest his hand against the lad's back, as one might soothe a skittish horse. "No offense was taken, ser."

    "Thank you," Ser Duncan said, then immediately amended, "Thank Your Grace...ness. Seven fucks, I'm getting another drink." And he whirled away into the throng before Baelor could say a word.


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    13 Feb 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 7

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    November arrives, squally and wet. The trees are shaken bare by the wind, the leaves whirling about in the gusts when one walks up to the pavilion. The house’s windows rattle in their frames.

    Tharkay hasn’t spent the winter in Scotland for twenty years, more. He tells himself firmly that this is nothing compared to the journey across Russia, or their miserable chase over the Alps. But it’s cold, and sullenly dark by mid-afternoon, and his knuckles throb, dully, with the damp.

    Tharkay and Laurence’s first autumn, post-canon.

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    12 Feb 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 17

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    “Oh, sir?”

    Tharkay turns. Captain William Laurence is still standing there, wrapped packet clasped under one arm and- his heart quietly lodges itself in his throat.

    “You’ve dropped your coat,” the captain says, smiling.

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    08 Feb 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 29

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    Laurence had been at first bemused by Tharkay’s quiet vanity towards his hair and then later nearly transfixed by it.

    Laurence and Tharkay, and the ways in which they allow themselves to touch.

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    05 Feb 2026