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    Aerion Targaryen has been given as gift to the oaf who bested him in battle. He hates it. Hates the man. Most of all, hates that the stupid hedgeknight hasn’t even tried to climb into his bed since their wedding night.

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    “If he is of the chieftain’s blood, he must be killed as well,” one of them said. His rank was evident in the heavy fur upon his shoulders and the ornamented blade at his side. The square fell suddenly silent.

    “Too precious to kill,” the one called Dunk murmured. His voice was not loud enough for the others, nor did he seem to speak to them at all.

    He only looked at Aerion. As if there were something in his eyes he meant to take. He kept looking, and looking, until the dull grey in his blue eyes seemed to lift, as though some long-rusted lock within him had been broken open.

    “Or we could sell him. He would fetch a fine price.”

    “Too precious to sell,” the alpha said again. Even if Aerion did not understand the words, he knew it was a refusal.

    “He is mine by right of the axe,” he declared then, his voice rising this time, loud enough for the whole square to hear.

    In which Aerion is meant to be a bride, loses everything before the vows can be spoken, and is claimed instead by the man who destroyed his world.

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    30 May 2026

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    a collection of my dunkaerion fics (of various different tropes mayhaps)

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    29 May 2026

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    Aemond watched in horror as Lucerys pressed the tip of his sword to the trembling High Septon’s throat.

    This was not the timid boy who once hid behind his mother’s skirts. The man before him was taller, broader, and burning with the wild light of their bloodline.

    Targaryen madness, Aemond thought.

    When Lucerys spoke, his voice was calm—clear, cold, and utterly certain.

    "You will release Prince Aemond from his vows, you will wed him to me.", he smiled, there was nothing gentle about it, "You will do it now."

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    It has been five years since the war ended—five years since Prince Aemond Targaryen became Septa Aemond.

    He thought the rest of his life would pass in silence.

    Until the day Lucerys Velaryon came for him.

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