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    The air is thick with blood.

    It clings to his senses like molten tar, heavy on his tongue and stinging at his nose. It has every instinct within him flaring with agitation, nearly bringing his steps to falter, but not Maekar’s. The man strides ahead of him with a single minded focus.

    His letter had found Duncan three moons ago, thrust into his hands by a messenger trembling with exhaustion.

    Feral is the word the prince had used to describe his son, penmanship steady and as polished as the man himself. He’d requested Duncan’s presence, citing a need for assistance, and he’d known not how to deny him.

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    Beneath King’s Landing, wildfire awaits.

    “Drink,” the voice whispers.

    When Aerion does, the prince burns away.

    The city trembles as something ancient rises in his place, and only one man dares stand before its fire.

    “Easy, my prince,” Duncan says. “It’s me.”

    Or: that 1% improbable chance Aerion was right all along, and the rest of us were very, very wrong. Yes, the twink is actually a dragon...

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    “I see you there, you know,” the alpha calls out to Aerion. “Are you the stable boy?”

    Aerion’s eye twitches at the mere thought of him being a stable boy. This man, honestly, what a brute to assume such a thing.

    He wants nothing more than to bite the alpha’s head off, but instead, he just settles for biting his lip to keep his anger at bay. He cannot draw attention to himself.

    No,” Aerion snaps at the brute, readjusting the hood of his cloak to make sure it stays on and conceals his hair. “Leave.”

    He cannot let anyone see it, lest he wants to be returned to his father.

    “Nothing to be ashamed of if you are,” the alpha tries to placate him. “It’s a decent job to have.”

    Then, to Aerion’s horror and annoyance, the alpha tosses him a coin, one that proceeds to land by Aerion’s feet.

    aerion runs away to escape an arranged marriage and ends up meeting a brute of an alpha at a stable, out of all places.

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    “Has Aerion repeated his… advances?” Baelor asks carefully.

    “Well, he—The prince is…”

    “Like a whore desperate for some coin.”

    “Stubborn.” Ser Duncan finishes, wide-eyed.

    “That too, I suppose,” Baelor says wryly. “I don’t need to tell you to pay him no mind, do I?”

    “No,” The knight denies vehemently. “I won’t disappoint you like that, Your Grace.”

    A pause, after which Baelor hears himself ask as though he’s outside of his body, listening in. He regrets the words as soon as they come out of his mouth. “And if you hadn’t pledged yourself to me?”

    Ser Duncan looks caught, his blush darkening high up in his cheeks. “I have no business doing that with a prince.”

    “And if he wasn’t one?” He presses.

    “I don’t know. Aerion is hateful, but—pretty.”

    “Yes, I suppose so.” Baelor sighs. Aerion is pretty. It’s everything he hides behind that which makes him ugly.

    “You are very handsome as well, Your Grace.” Ser Duncan is quick to reassure him, nodding seriously.

    Inevitably charmed, Bealor has to hide his smile behind his hand.

    Or, Dunk gets two Targaryen squires and finds himself in the middle of a bizarre love triangle.

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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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