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  1. Public Bookmark 5

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    Winterfell had never felt less like home. It had become his home this past half-year and he’d grown to love its granite stones and wolf tapestries and snowy parapets. But in just the fortnight since Littlefinger had arrived, it’s hot spring-fed walls and brazier-warmed halls felt colder and far, far less familiar. The corridors bustled with faces he didn’t recognize, buzzed with rumors he didn’t want to hear, and seemed always somehow filled with the ever-smiling, ever-whispering Petyr Baelish.

    I’m worried about Jeyne, he thought, about Sansa too. I’m worried about his smiles and his whispered words, what he knows and how he knows it. I’m worried about what he wants, for men like him do nothing but want. I’m worried about how a whoremonger and lesser lord becomes one of the most powerful men in Westeros. I’m worried about what in the hells he’s doing here and I’m worried he’s the man Jeyne ran from. I’m worried about what I’ll do if he is.

    (Littlefinger settles into Winterfell and things start to feel just a little... off. With Jeyne still hiding away in her rooms, Satin grows more and more suspicious but politics and lordly games of courtesy force him to play nice. For now, at least.)

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    30 Mar 2026

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    POLITICAL DRAMA!! SATIN GETS ANGRY!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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    “War wounds are one thing,” their lord father says, when Baelor enters his solar leaning on Maekar’s arm, “but this... This is something else altogether.”

    Baelor cannot help but smile - his head is an ugly thing now, Jena assured him of that, but he has his sight and his hearing, and he has his wits, too. The King would not say something so pointed were it not for his relief at Baelor’s survival.

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    28 Mar 2026

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    "as he falls asleep, he thinks that he sees Ashford Meadow again, and Maekar fretting over Daeron and little Aegon."

  3. Public Bookmark 42

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    “Here’s the heart of it, then,” Lyonel continued, “I believe it is the purpose of all men to be bend and fucked proper from time to time. Builds character, wouldn’t you say? Bound to drill some of those true knightly values into even the thickest of skulls. I mean duty. Service. Obeisance. A good knight knows his proper place is beneath his lord.”

    He stalled his musings to cup the boy’s face in his hands. Dunk’s eyes glistened like sapphires.

    “Do you know your place, Ser Duncan? Or are you really as thick as you say?”

    “Yes, m’lord," came the breathless reply, "I mean– no, m’lord. I mean, I am stupid, but I know my place.”

    "Good," Lyonel said,

    “Then why the fuck do I still see you standing?”

    Dunk and Lyonel engage in obeisance.

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    27 Mar 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 65

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    The old septa died in Bitterbridge, in a dark, shuttered room. She had been ailing when they reached the town, plagued by a sharp, nagging cough Dunk did not like the sound of, likely brought on by several days of rainy travel. They had been headed northeast, towards King’s Landing, for the landed knight they had served for the past three years had little need of septas after his daughters came of age to wed.

    Well, Dunk had been more maidservant than septa, it was true, and mayhaps she had never really said the right vows, but it hardly mattered, did it? She wore grey robes, for white showed stains too readily, and carefully veiled her hair, which she kept cropped to her chin to make it easier to tend to. Septa Arla always said a maid of her size would always stand out and attract trouble, so she ought to let the Seven be her shield.

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    22 Mar 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 5

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    It would have been easier if Kiera had paid heed to the rumours and the clear evidence- that Daeron Targaryen bore not even a sliver of the greatness of his namesakes, was nothing more than a mad, raving drunken fool who would be quicker to ride a whore than a horse.

    But she sees. She sees a sliver of the man he could have been.

    She's not certain if that's a mercy, or a cruelty.

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    23 Mar 2026