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  1. Public Bookmark 44

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    In the midst of war, two knights walk a fine line between toxic and tender. Once was never going to be enough.

    Gwayne had not bewitched him with desire; he had cursed him with it.

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  2. Public Bookmark 84

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    For a pious man, Ormund Hightower’s hands had a queer tendency to wander. And in doing so, they often found things that were best left alone.

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    Three years and three lines crossed.

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    02 Sep 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 17

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    Rhaenyra is to wed Laenor Velaryon. This pisses Daemon off and he lashes out at Viserys, and his obsequious right hand, Otto Hightower. He makes a scene at Rhaenyra’s wedding, dancing not only with the bride-to-be, but his enemy’s eldest son. It warms his blood, knowing the Hightowers despise him so dearly.

    AUish take on Rhaneyra and Laenor's wedding feast. What if Daemon choses Gwayne instead of Rhaenyra?

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    24 Aug 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 42

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    Otto clenched his jaw so tightly that Ormund thought he could hear his teeth grinding, but before any words could be exchanged, the priest’s gaze shifted to the figure standing a few paces behind.
    Gwayne appeared to have made an effort to dress impeccably for Mass, and Ormund appreciated that. The dark blazer had a straight cut over the crisply starched white shirt, and the trousers hugged those slender legs. He was still a full head shorter than Ormund and looked even smaller as he stood with his hands clasped behind his back and his eyes fixed on the marble floor.
    “Gwayne,” Ormund called, his voice softening even further to sound like a paternal invitation, though the purpose was purely to unsettle his uncle. “Won’t you greet your cousin?”

    Or: Ormund Hightower is a proud religious leader in Oldtown. He realizes that the best way to seek holiness is by tasting sin on his tongue.

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    14 Aug 2026

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    He's better than Ormund at many things, always has been. Dueling (not grappling, never grappling), riding (but not hunting), humility over pride.

    Over the many years, he's learned that throwing the fight has a better outcome than beating his lordly cousin in any competition.

    Ormund is the Head of Hightower House, after all. Sometimes the knee must be bent.

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    "He was awful to you, earlier." Daeron looked distinctly uncomfortable as they sat together in what now passed for Gwayne's room in Tumbleton, a chess board between them. His nephew was wringing his hands as though they were wet rags and Daeron a washerwoman. "Those things he said..."

    {The false empathic look, paired with 'I'm sure you found solace with some of your brothers in arms'}

    Gwayne stared at the floor, counting the cracks he found there. "Put it from your mind, Daeron. It was meant to humiliate me, not you. Long has he missed throwing his knives at me, in my absence. That is all that was. His idea of fun. A warm welcome home, if you will."

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    13 Aug 2026