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    Naerys had never thought she would wed either of her brothers, nor had there ever been a reason to. If she were to marry within the family, she thought when she was younger, it would sooner be a cousin from King’s Landing, but there had been no pressing need for that either. The dragons were long gone, so there was little sense in clinging to old customs for the sake of blood alone. Father had never favoured such matches, mother even less so, so it was far more likely they would seek to mend and strengthen ties with the great houses of Westeros.

    ...still, she lay with her head against Daeron’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his breath, while Aerion was behind her with his arm tight around her waist. She felt his warmth behind her and his breath stirred her hair. Daeron was often cold, Aerion ever too warm, but between them, it was almost perfect.

    They were in Sunspear, in the castle that would be her new home.

    Prince Olyvar Martell, whom she was to wed, slept somewhere under the same roof.

    Her wedding was in two days.

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    16 May 2026

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    It had occurred to Dunk in those final moments that they would probably not recover his body, that he would be nought but ash by the time the fires were brought under control. But that thought had oddly comforted him in a way, that there would be no grand funeral for the Lord Commander who had failed.

    Failed to save more from the fire, failed to stop Aegon in the first place. Who knows, maybe his failure had even begun back in the hedges, maybe something he had done or not done had made Aegon the man who had done..this.

    He would do anything to go back and fix it, had been his last thought before the sensations shifted from heat to cold, from fire to waves, from pain to panic.

    or, dunk perishes in fire at summerhall and washes up on the sands of dragonstone. dragons still roam the skies, rhaenyra targaryen still lives and dunk quickly discovers he's not the only one lost in this time.

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    26 Jun 2026

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    In the dark, sometimes, he imagined it. Some boy or girl like him, soot-winged, alone. How their hand might feel in his, their wings curved over his head. For once not the largest thing in the room. For once, his body just the right size.

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    14 Jun 2026

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    Baelor Targaryen died on the Fields of Ashford Meadow, but he woke in 93AC, as a boy of five in Dorne, a younger brother named Maekar in his arms. He's too young, too powerless, and too Dornish to even begin to grasp how he might alter the history stretched before him. Whether he is in the Heavens or the Hells, he knows he must make the best of the knowledge and skills at his disposal and end the Dance of the Dragons before it can start.

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    10 Apr 2026

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    Lyonel’s post-tournament hangovers rarely had anything to do with the amount of spirits he’d consumed.

    Even though it left Lyonel feeling like the ass end of a mule, there was nothing like days on end of having his blood up, of tearing through the lists against any alpha, beta, or omega that was brave enough to tap his shield. The noise, the chaos, the crash-splinter of lances and the bone-jarring impact of melee weapons, all of it helped alleviate the storm perpetually trapped underneath Lyonel’s skin.

    Lyonel leaves Ashford without fanfare, without answers, and without Duncan.

    Or so he thought.

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    30 Jun 2026

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