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  1. Public Bookmark 65

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    "I didn't hate it, Maekar."

    Maekar blinked, confusion knitting his brow. "What?"

    Baelor let out a shaky breath, his pupils blowing wide. "The sheer power of it. The pain. Knowing it was you who possessed the strength to break me."

    He leaned in further, his voice a ghost against the heavy wool of Maekar’s tunic. "I liked it. I liked the pain of it. It felt… right. To be at your mercy."

    Maekar stood frozen, the bandage dangling from his hand, his mind struggling to process the words.

    "What?" Maekar asked, his voice flat with disbelief.

    (In which Baelor survives and discovers he’s a masochist.)

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  2. Public Bookmark 81

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    “What do I look like?” Baelor asks.
    Maekar looks surprised. “You, ah. I should find a mirror.”
    “No,” Baelor says. “Just tell me. What do I look like?”
    “Ugly,” Maekar grumps.
    “No,” Baelor says. “You’re handsome, and I can’t be that far off.”
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    OR- Baelor survives the blow but his memories do not

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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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  4. Public Bookmark 32

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    “A trial of the Maiden is trial by copulation, “ Baelor says. “The claimant must sacrifice their body to the Seven Gods, and if they survive, then they are the victor. It’s another form of trial by combat. Only messier.”

    “I’d prefer a sword,” Dunk says hopefully. “I can swing a sword. I don’t know about sacrifices, milords.”

    Or, everyone runs a train on Dunk.

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  5. Public Bookmark 85

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    For seven nights and seven days, Ser Duncan the Tall stood outside the rooms of Prince Baelor Targaryen. He had never kept vigil in a sept to be a knight. Now he had, after a fashion.

     

    Dunk and Baelor, where Baelor survives the Trial of Seven.

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