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  1. Public Bookmark 43

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    I hate you—the words a silent, desperate curse against the back of his teeth. I hate you for being gentle. I hate you for always being kind. I hate you for rooting yourself beneath my skin.

    In the rain-battered dark of Maegor’s Holdfast, Aerion bleeds to bring his babe into the world.

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    28 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 10

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    They arrive at Harrenhal with no dragon to fly above their banners. Every man in the green host knows they are marching to their deaths. Ser Criston has already made peace with his own.

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    Ser Criston is doomed. Gwayne has one last request.

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    26 Jul 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 42

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    At merely ten-and-eight years old, Gwayne Hightower found himself with a weeping babe in his arms and a dragon egg resting in the tiny crib beside his bed. Sleepless nights spent soothing a child that was not his soon turned into endless fights with his husband and the question of whether passing Daeron off as a bastard was safer than letting him be in line for the iron throne.

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    26 Jul 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 52

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    “You are wasting your time," Ormund said. He didn't raise his voice; he simply let it drop down the stone walls like cold water. "And the guard's time. And the blacksmith's steel."

    Gwayne’s face flushed red with heat and humiliation. "I’m going to be a knight. My father said I could train."

    "Your father indulges you because he finds your stubbornness amusing," Ormund replied smoothly. "He knows what you are, even if you refuse to accept it.”

    "The Seven haven't said a word to me," Gwayne spat, wiping his nose on his sleeve. "And unless they sent you down here to hold a shield, I suggest you take your little silver egg back inside before the mud ruins your slippers."

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    25 Jul 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 59

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    "Alpha, please. I swear I remain untouched."

    Ormund offered a gentle, odd smile. "Undress for me, sweetling."

    Gwayne comes to Tumbletown smelling like alpha and gains a tummy ache and a pounding about it.

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    25 Jul 2026