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    Everyone knows Mace Tyrell is a fool. The Fat Flower of Highgarden, an oaf who stumbled into power and lets his formidable mother run the Reach from behind his chair.

    Everyone is wrong.

    When the Tyrells embark on an unprecedented journey north—ostensibly to visit the legendary Wall—they bring more than wagons laden with grain and steel. They bring questions. Particularly about a certain bastard boy raised alongside the Stark heirs, treated with far more care than any lord's indiscretion should warrant.

    But the North keeps its own counsel, and Eddard Stark has survived a rebellion, kept his secrets for fourteen years, and will not yield them easily—not even to the cleverest roses the South can grow.

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    21 Jul 2026

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    The entire realm knew why the king was traveling to Winterfell after Jon Arryn's death. The Starks were going to enter the game with a royal betrothal and the highest office in all the land. It was supposed to be perfect, yet it all fell apart so quickly... All it took was a king's whim and a bastard's victory. Now the Starks face a new reality that threatens to divide the pack, while the white wolf stands close to the stranger's door.

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    20 Jul 2026

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    They have thrown the man into the patch of light. He wears dark clothes. Plain. No rings. He has a beard, dark hair. He is in pain, eyes shut tight with it. He's beautiful, or maybe it's been too long since Dunk saw another human who wasn't about to punch him for him to judge beauty properly. Dunk crouches down, touches his shoulder gently. He'd ask if the man was alright, but he isn't.

    “My name's Dunk,” he says quietly instead, still touching the man. “There's a loose stone, three up from the ground, and there's a rat that's good to talk to. Sorry you're here.”

    When Ser Arlan fights for the Crown at Starpike Castle, his squire, Dunk, manages to get himself thrown in a cell by Lord Peake's men. He might have lost track of the days, but he knows one thing: his cellmate is worth protecting with everything he has.

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    17 Jul 2026

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    If Valarr was the firstborn, the bursting pride of Baelor Targaryen, and Matarys, the lastborn, his fragile little hope, Aenar Targaryen was his secondborn child - his simple joy - torn away too soon.

    His murder - for Baelor could hardly call it anything else despite the desperate hopes and fervent prayers of his lady wife to recover a boy, not a body - had broken the tentative peace that had been reached between King Daeron the Good and his many bastard brothers, and had earned Baelor his name as both Breakspear and Hammer.

    It hadn't brought his son back to him. Hadn't made his wife any happier, or his sons remember their brother as anything other than a single portrait hung dearly upon the family solar. So Baelor had hid his grief deep beneath his chest, turned his attentions to the few sons he had left, and held them tight.

    It was with that faded memory of his son, tucked so close and dear to his breast, that he saw the man - no, a boy really, despite how massive in height and stature he was - peeking from behind the door into the borrowed solar of where Lord Ashford hosted them.

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    17 Jul 2026

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    “You lied?” she asks, staring at him. “Daeron. Egg,” she frowns at him. “Not Egg, is it? No, Aegon!” she snaps, rage filling her, but it’s not really the boy she’s angry at, even as his shoulders hunch even more. She breathes, feeling like she’s breathing fire as she turns on her heel and glares at him standing there. So impeccably dressed. So fucking beautiful, for all that she can’t stand the sight of him. “Not Bael, was it?” she spits at him. “Baelor!” she sneers. He flushes, looking so like his nephew it does nothing but fuel the flames of her rage.

    “What?” she hears Egg exclaim behind her, but she doesn’t turn to look. Can’t bring herself to tear her eyes away from him.

    “Was any of it real?” she asks, he won’t meet her eyes. “Or is lying all you Targaryens are good for?” Maybe Raymun was right.

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