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  1. Public Bookmark 5

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    “I want your cunt, though, not your hand. You haven’t the skill for it.”

    Whatever fleeting good humor Aerion possessed vanished in an instant. His face burned with hot color as he snarled, “You forget you are speaking to a prince and not some bedwhore.”

    Daeron could not seem to help himself. “There’s hardly a difference now, is there?”

    Or, on the road to the Ashford Tourney, a sober Daeron and an ambitious Aerion discover that even mutual loathing can be negotiated.

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    20 Jun 2026

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    “Fuck waiting,” Aerion snarled, the sweetness vanishing as a desperate edge returned to his voice. He reached up, his slender fingers wrapping around Dunk’s massive forearms, trying—and utterly failing—to pull the giant beta down on top of him. “I am dripping, you thick-skulled beast. Look at me. Touch me. If you won’t give me your manhood, use your fingers. Please.”

    That last word was practically choked out, a rare, bruised admission of need that Aerion would undoubtedly make him pay for once the heat was over.

    Or, Dunk is no alpha, but he's the only man in the Seven Kingdoms that Aerion will ever beg for.

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    22 May 2026

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    "Sixty-forty," Aerion gasped, his hands braced on Dunk's shoulders for leverage. "You get the bigger cut because you're mine. In the ring, in here, mine." He ground down hard, chasing his own pleasure.

    Dunk's head fell back against the chair, the whiskey nearly empty now, its haze blurring the edges of his restraint. "Yes—fuck, yes, Aerion," he rasped, hips jerking up to meet each descent. “Anything… anything you want.”

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    10 May 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 40

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    “The last few days have been…trying.”

    “I can imagine.”

    “You cannot.” Valarr surprises himself. He has always been good; he has never spoken out of turn to Father or Grandfather, has always been courteous and polite no matter what. He has never snapped at his father, or behaved impudently.

    But he has been scraped raw since the horns sounded that misty morning.

    “You cannot imagine it,” he continues.

    baelor and valarr, father and son, and the moments between them on the cusp of great change.

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    07 May 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 42

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    "You're mad," he concluded, "you cannot tell dream from day any longer."
    "We all are mad, Aerion."
    "I am not like you," he hissed. He grasped his brother's face with his free hand, got his own fingers stained crimson. "I am nothing like you."
    "I wish that were so, my sweet brother."

    Aerion Brightflame's life, spanning from his return from his exile, to the Third Blackfyre Rebellion, and then eventually to the Wildfire that cleansed him. Ser Duncan the Tall was always there, always a steady presence through it all.

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    07 May 2026