UNTIL SWEAT STINGS YOUR EYES. dunkbaelor, a knight of the seven kingdoms. 5k
Dunk squeezed his eyes shut, his face burning. “Begging your pardon. I am not comely, your grace. You mock me.”
“You are mistaken on both counts," Baelor said softly, smiling. "In truth, I thought of little else after you left here. Little save this fresh-faced young knight, as big and strong as an oak, who seemed so eager to please me.”
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