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    Few tales are so oft debated by scholars as that of Lady Hazel Potter, the witch who came from beyond the known world and found herself amidst the blood of Old Valyria. Stranger still was the affection she inspired in two brothers who could not have been more different. Prince Baelor, called the Hammer of the First Blackfyre Rebellion, loved her as he loved duty itself: steadfastly, quietly, and with a devotion that asked for nothing in return. His was a patient love, built in late-night conversations, shared burdens, and the certainty that her happiness mattered more to him than his own. Prince Maekar, called the Anvil, loved her as storms love the sea: fiercely, possessively, and without apology. Where Baelor sheltered her, Maekar stood ready to burn kingdoms for her. His affection was not gentle, but neither was it uncertain. Yet for all their differences, the brothers shared one truth. Both saw in Hazel Potter something rare: a woman who carried grief without surrendering to it, who had crossed worlds and remained herself. Thus the histories remember them—not as the Hammer and the Anvil alone, but as two princes whose hearts were forever altered by a witch from another world.

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    And even though her tantrum was the furthest thing that could possibly resemble Dyanna, Maekar couldn't help but see it, even in the chamber's darkness. Her glowing violet eyes. Her skin, beautifully tan, kissed by the sun. Her hair was lighter than Dyanna's had been, a beaten gold in comparison to his wife's shining dark locks, but her face bore a startling resemblance, only likening as Syraena grew into a young woman. It made his chest ache how similar Syraena looked to her mother—but was nothing at all like her.

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    21 Jun 2026

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    Harry wakes up in Daeron Targaryen's body and is now trapped within the drunk prince's body, having to deal with backstabbing nobles, court politics, and the horrors of medieval medicine. Harry has to fix this weird dysfunctional family, bring back the dragons, deal with another stupid prophecy, and stop the magic from dying in this world just so he can get back to his own world.

    Meanwhile, Daeron is having the time of his life taking a backseat to his fucked up life, and letting someone else deal with all his and his family's problems. While he enjoys a nice nap.

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    09 Jun 2026

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    “You killed him!” Naomi, terrible Spanish accent learnt from the soap operas that Sally is now rather regretting allowing her to watch, accuses. “The man I married, the love of my life, is dead because of you!”

    For a moment, the train cabin is silent. Sally, absolutely mortified, prays to all the saints whose names she can remember that the vigilantes just decide to leave, but they instead sit there silently, staring at her granddaughter from behind their motionless masks.

    Then, Nightwing swings around in his seat to pin Red Hood with an outraged look.

    “You killed my husband?!”

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    12 Jun 2026

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    Aemond’s patience thinned only a little. “I have a wound to the head, not to my tongue. Who is he?”

    The servant swallowed hard. “That is the Lord of Driftmark, my prince.”

    Aemond waited.

    The servant glanced once toward Lucerys, then back at him, and lowered his voice even further.

    “Your grace’s husband.”

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    Aemond Targaryen wakes to lost memories and a beautiful omega keeping vigil at his bedside—unaware that the marriage waiting for him is softer now than it ever was before.

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    12 Jun 2026

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    Ch.5