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  1. Public Bookmark 56

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    He did not know how best to put it into words. I dreamed of you, he could say, because there had not been a night in months where he had not been hunted in his sleep by a brindled hart with wolf’s teeth. I thought you were taken mad, he could say, but Lyonel’s eyes were black and gold and the light of frenzy was in his face, and he could very well be mad. He certainly did not look like a man in his right mind, but the madness threw his features into contrast and made him more handsome somehow. It seemed unwise to let you be alone, he could say, because there was a blooming seed of fear in his gut that poor half-mad, half-beast Lyonel on his own in the rainwood would fall victim to bear or wolf or some lost hunter—

    Foolish, Dunk knew, since the hart had survived his heats near as long as Dunk had been alive. Even a direwolf might pause at the sight of Lyonel and his splendid rack of antlers, forked like lightning with tines like arrowheads. He was a creature of sleek hard strength and blooded instinct. When his gaze met Dunk’s, it was Dunk who flinched away. What fool would think of hunting him?

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    15 Mar 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 97

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    noun. 1. the outer limits or edge of an area or object. 2. the external boundary or surface of a body.

    Dunk's always been better at noticing things outside of regular purview. It's a great trait for any monster hunter. Unfortunately, the Laughing Storm has noticed him right back. This is decidedly less great.

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    14 Mar 2026

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    "I'll have you know, the first to ever tumble me was the stableboy. Well, I say boy. He was...I think twenty. I was fifteen." Dunk looked scandalized, and Lyonel laughed. "If you had been one of our stablehands, I would not have made it all the way to fifteen! I'd have latched myself to you the second I discovered what my cock was for."

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    10 Mar 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 72

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    He couldn’t imagine that Lyonel would take kindly to having been passed over. In favor of House Targaryen, at that. “Seems to me,” he said gloomily, “he’ll either have forgotten the whole thing and will welcome me with unseemly quantities of wine and dancing, or he’ll skewer me on first sight as repayment for his wounded pride.”

    “Ah.” Egg looked solemn. “Those usually are the two options with high lords.”

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    The rush of warmth that swoops through Dunk’s gut at the words would stagger him if he wasn’t sitting. He reels, lips parting soundlessly as he tries to reach for something to respond with and comes up empty. Good boy. Lyonel Baratheon thinks he’s a good boy.

    In which Lyonel picks himself a new plaything, and Ser Duncan the Tall learns a couple new tricks.

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