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    Pulling the signet ring from his own finger and pressing it into Dunk’s slack hand, then turning to face his brother and nephews, Baelor’s voice rang a challenge across the room. “I have made my choice. Ser Duncan the Tall is my man, and we will be handfasted as soon as the gods allow. Will you withdraw your grievance, Aerion, or will you meet me in a trial by combat on the tournament field for all to watch?"

    Or, to save Dunk from fighting in a Trial of Seven, and to save himself from the doom in Daeron's dream, Baelor offers to marry Dunk instead.

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    “Soon, you may rest, my love,” Baelor says. Dunk’s breath catches in his throat, a weight, he hadn’t realised he was carrying, lifting from his shoulders. Baelor pauses, frowning at him. “Dunk?”

    “I-I wasn’t…” he stops, swallowing. He’d tried not to think about it. Tried not to let himself brood on it. Allowed the only times he dwelled on it to be when he and Kiera were sat around the fire, sharing their fears for those they’d had to leave in the dark. Sharing their determination to return to them, even if their loves themselves had moved on. “It has been so long, and surely you must have… you must have thought me dead. I didn’t know if-“

    “Oh, Dunk,” Baelor says, stepping forward, pressing against Dunk’s chest. Dunk stoops to meet him when Baelor reaches up to kiss him. It’s chaste, Dunk doesn’t have the energy for anything more, and neither does Baelor. “My love. I was set to mourn you for the rest of my days. Never fear that you will lose the place you hold in my heart. You are my man, my knight, my love. Always.”

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    “You are not Travan Rye,” Baelor commented.

    “My lord father left less than a fortnight ago, Your Grace. To Wagstaff. You’ll not find him here.”

    Wagstaff. Another minor house, though much larger and more powerful than Rye. They’d declared for the Blackfyres, and, if Baelor’s memory served (and it always did), the current lord had only daughters. No sons.

    “And you are?” Baelor prodded.

    The boy’s face turned red. “Pardon, Your Grace. I’m his son, Duncan Storm.”

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    Duncan is the illegitimate son of a minor lord who declares for the Blackfyres and leaves Duncan in charge of the keep...just in time for Baelor to show up and start a siege.

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    for the dunkbaelor2026 exchange!

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    Arlan had drilled it into him, the first time he'd dragged him to a brothel - you're a big lad. You must be twice as gentle, lunk, you hear me?

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