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    “Have you ever thought about getting one?” Lyonel asked.

    Dunk furrowed his brow at Lyonel’s vague question until it dawned on him. “Oh, fuck off—”

    “Rude!” Lyonel exclaimed in delight. “How rude you are to me for asking but a simple question!”

    “A hedge knight with an earring is asking to be robbed,” Dunk drawled.

    A concession turns into a confession, and Duncan wears both very well.

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    How an earring altered the trajectory of House Baratheon.

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    18 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 27

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    “Two days! Starving, wandering, and you stumble into the one revel in twenty leagues. That’s not good luck, Ser Duncan. That’s fate. That’s the world delivering me a present.”

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    19 May 2026

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    Dunk sighs and rubs at his face. He wants breakfast. He wants to go back to bed. He wants to ride to Storm's End and strangle Lyonel Baratheon himself.

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    17 May 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 80

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    There's not been a Brideknight in Westeros in more than 500 years. Dunk doesn't really know how he got here, but he's got an idea of how to get out. Unfortunately, he's not the only one.

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    16 May 2026

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  5. Public Bookmark 23

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    Lyonel looked at the mud on his boots, the river-pale silt of the eastern ford. Thirty years, a white cloak, the king’s own trust worn like a second skin—and underneath all of it, still just Dunk.

    Still the boy who slouched when he didn’t want to be noticed.

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    12 May 2026