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  1. Public Bookmark 17

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    Upon the untimely death of the late King Daeron, Baelor was made to ascend the iron throne far before he was ready to take up the mantle. Of his most controversial and questioned decisions as a new King was to name his youngest brother Maekar as his Hand, and this decision would have zero consequences on the realm—not if he could help it.

    But Maekar himself did not make this task any easier.

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    07 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 30

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    Their father’s failing health drives Baelor and Maekar into temporarily moving to the family manor so they may care for him. Summerhall is a decrepit old thing far in the countryside. Its black paint withers in the sun and dust covers the sitting room’s windows.

    This place has a way of draining all life.

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    07 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 35

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    It’s wrong, Baelor thought, alone in his study, poring over treaties and petitions. It’s the only thing that feels right, the dragon replied, hanging on his back, watching from his shoulder as he stood deep in the Kingswood, listening to Maekar whistle through his teeth to recall his hawk, arm held to the wind.
    Knowing is enough, he had told himself, half aware of the lie. Having is for fools. Not kings.

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    23 May 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 21

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    After the victory at the Redgrass field, Baelor and Maekar celebrate in an inn on the way to King’s Landing. They listen to a new tavern song, they make promises and they share a bed.

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    “We won.” There’s a stupidly amused smile hooking one corner of Maekar’s lips, almost imperceptibly, while he says “No more battles this time.”

    He can tell Baelor wants to kiss him from the way his upper lip twitches and his fingers close into fists just to be let loose once more right after.

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    12 May 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 36

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    "You are a terrible liar, Maekar."

    "And you are an arrogant nuisance."

    "Then why," Baelor murmured, his eyes entirely devoid of their usual brotherly warmth, replaced by a sharp, probing intensity, "are you staring at my hand as if it is a banquet and you are starving to death?"

    Maekar jerked back, his chair scraping against the floor. "I am not staring at your miserable hand."

    "You were." Baelor finally withdrew his arm, resting his chin thoughtfully on his knuckles. The gold light caught the fresh pink scar running across his palm. "You've been staring for years. It used to be amusing. Now it's just… fascinating."


    In which Maekar has always been fixated on Baelor’s hands. Baelor catches on, and offers him a feast.

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    11 May 2026