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    Fuck.

    Jon's been saying that in his head for the last hour. Might've muttered it once or twice under his breath, too, though it's hard to tell since the inside of his skull feels like a yard of wet wool (heavy, tangled, and about as useful as tits on a breastplate).

    Any man who stands in a smoke-stinking hut north of the Wall, arguing with his own shadow about asking another man for a favor like this, has already ridden past mad. The rest is just details.

    Jon has a favor to ask. It's nothing. For Tormund. The problem is that Jon's not entirely sure it is nothing for Jon.

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    26 May 2026

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    "The crown suits you, you know," said Ser Duncan over the cacophony, bringing Baelor back to himself. "Makes you look... you know. Kingly. Which I suppose makes sense, seeing as how 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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    22 May 2026

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    After winning the Trial of Seven, Baelor Breakspear dying, and losing faith in the gods and himself, Dunk lies down underneath his tree, closes his eyes, and wishes he were dead. And when he opens them, none of it has happened.

    Or: Dunk seems to be the only person who has the power to change fate. But why would anyone choose him?

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    22 May 2026

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    “I speak truth, my Lord. I mean to enter the lists.”

    “Yes, and every urchin from Flea Bottom wanting to make a name for himself wishes to enter the lists, boy. Do you have someone who will vouch for you?”

    Seven hells, not this again.

    In which, three years after the events at Ashford Meadow, all Dunk wants is to enlist in the tournament at King's Landing. He runs into trouble entering his name in the lists. Again. Before he knows what's happening he's accused of fraud and brought before the King on the Iron Throne. Now he must plead with a king he’s never met and doesn't know.

    Or does he?

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    22 May 2026

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    Pulling the signet ring from his own finger and pressing it into Dunk’s slack hand, then turning to face his brother and nephews, Baelor’s voice rang a challenge across the room. “I have made my choice. Ser Duncan the Tall is my man, and we will be handfasted as soon as the gods allow. Will you withdraw your grievance, Aerion, or will you meet me in a trial by combat on the tournament field for all to watch?"

    Or, to save Dunk from fighting in a Trial of Seven, and to save himself from the doom in Daeron's dream, Baelor offers to marry Dunk instead.

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    18 May 2026