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    "Ser Duncan," Baelor says kindly. Softly. His voice is as gentle as Duncan remembers it to be. It's a warm timbre that melts like honey and Duncan is sure he can taste it. He can taste the Prince in all the ways he knows he should not. "I've missed the chance to properly greet you, though, I do recall you move quick."

    Duncan knows it is a jest. He’d taken off from Ashford the moment Baelor had risen from his deathbed. He knows it is a jest because it has taken an entire spring for their paths to cross again.

    But Baelor doesn't sound upset. He sounds as if he is smiling and Duncan wishes nothing more than to see, but he refuses. His gaze digs into the sweet cakes, never up at the Prince.

    "Tart cakes," Baelor says, misunderstanding his staring. "You've chosen to wear the eyepatch I’ve given you?"

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    In which Baelor survives the Trial, and Duncan is sure putting distance between them will keep the Prince out of harms way.

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    14 May 2026

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    This fic is the literature equivalent of cock and ball torture. It is painful but also SOOO satisfying and I feel blessed reading this work of art for free! The author is incredibly talented and while I'm not sure anyone will read this bookmark, I hope that it will inspire at least one person to pick up this Dunkbaelor fic and read it. :)