#aimeric x jord

[ninicaise]

crazy how aimeric was revealed a traitor and to have been using jord in a way and jord still perceived him as the young merely reactive and entirely justified victim at all times and then laurent verbally destroyed aimeric's psyche and damen still perceived him as the young merely reactive and entirely justified victim of the whole situation. like on that moment they are on mutual opposition because aimeric and laurent are on direct opposition with each other and it's crazy bc they are both essentially thinking and doing the same thing, just for different people

[ask-nicaise-anything]

Shhh, We like you not getting smite. Also if you get grounded Aimeric won't have anyone to get him into or out of trouble.

I’m sure aimeric can get himself into trouble just fine on his own

[ches-grinner]

Day 6 - Aimeric

Prompt 6: He was eternally an ugly boy.

‘You’re too short, too small.’

‘Your eyes are mud-green.’

‘Look at those delicate hands, maybe we should call you Princess.’

‘An ugly little princess, all blotchy and freckled.’

‘Can you even lift your own head with that twig thin neck?’

The taunts of his older brothers have always shaped the image Aimeric sees in the mirror. Fourth born, and younger by far. A burden.

‘If you’d only been born a girl, at least your marriage might have been useful.’

‘You will be obedient, do whatever the Regent asks of you. It’s all you’re good for.’

For as long as he can remember, Aimeric has believed the insidious beratements. Believed he would be gangly and awkward and ugly forever. His only value, the favors for which his father could trade him. And once upon a time, he mistook manipulations for love.

Before.

Before solemn grey eyes followed him, gazed at him as if he were something precious. Before sword calloused hands moved over his freckled skin in a manner akin to worship. Before one man believed he could be more than the instrument of his own downfall.

Olive green eyes, not muddy, close and he exhales. Breathes past the eternal ugliness that has suffocated him for as long as he can remember. Meets Jord’s gaze - the grey eyes that have set him free - and squares his shoulders, “I have to speak to Prince Laurent.”

[thickenmyblood]

fics i think about every single day of my sad little life

Incision by Ccainao3

The Akielon loses the fight.

Sometimes I want to die and it’s because of this fic right here. No words.

Canis Major by Lapin

It starts because Aimeric is a pushy, arrogant, little bastard who has never learned when he needs to keep his mouth shut. His very presence at this party already irritates Laurent in the worst way.

Laurent is only trying to be a good friend to Jord. Damen was never supposed to be a factor.

Okay so this fic is not only VERY WELL written (as in, perfectly) but it also has all the best tropes EVER: pining Damen, fake dating, Auguste as an ALIVE older brother, NICAISE, Damen and Auguste are bros. Amazing dialogue, and the chemistry between Laurent and Damen is fucking BONKERS. And one more thing: THE SEX SCENE WAS SO HOT. IT WAS SCALDING MY EYEBALLS.

Nature by ahdriking

Laurent snorts, drinking in Damen’s horror like it is something to be savoured.

“I have done nothing,” he says, “but aided nature in its course.”

Pain, but the good kind.

before it all burned down by onekingdomonce

It was true that love was nothing like people explained it to you. Growing up, no one told you that you might find it in more than one place. You find your soulmate. Your one. No fairytales prepared you for the feeling of that sentiment being ripped down the middle, figuratively and literally. Laurent didn’t know how to live with it, so he just had to.

You know sometimes I wake up at, like, five am and I wonder how Nikandros is doing in this universe. This fic ruined my brain and we need to talk about it more often because it’s so fucking hard to get GOOD cheating fics and this one is NEXT LEVEL. This is subtle, but fucked up, but sweet, but sour, but Jesus Christ just READ IT. THE CHEATING IS SO GOOD IN THIS, GO ADULTERY! GO! AND THE WRITING JKBGKJBGK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

The World's More Full Of Weeping by deripmaver

At thirteen, a boy named Laurent Devere had gone into the woods with his uncle.

What had come out was wrong. He was wrong.

He was not Laurent.

He was a changeling, and he needed to find a way to bring Laurent home.

Petition for derip to stop. This fic is a MASTERPIECE. This was so sad but sweet it sometimes had me CRYING my eyes out and that’s no easy task considering I have like three tears left. No spoilers but the final scene had me sobbing like a fucking child. It is SO GOOD. Best tropes ever too: trauma (lmao, am I calling trauma a trope? yes, this is derip’s fic), AUGUSTE AND LAURENT’S CRUMBLING BUT STILL THERE RELATIONSHIP, angst, the horrible realization that you will never be a child again and that there are parts of you that have died or been killed by life but also that does not do this justice. PLEASE READ THIS FIC.

No Plan by melancholicpie

Laurent and Damen are not bonded by the Red String of Fate. Laurent worries about it.

Loved this concept so much. This was originally posted in 2020 and has now been re uploaded so just take a chance and read it because it’s the best take on soulmates I’ve read in this fandom!

between them, sharp as a knife by Ccainao3

Damen tells Laurent his true identity at Ravenel.

It doesn't go well.

Good Boy by DreamDrop

Auguste wouldn't have suspected the turn his life took after his brother came back from France to live with him. Now he couldn't imagine ever going back to the way it was before. Especially not after meeting Nik. Not after experiencing the stunning sub looking up at him and calling him Daddy.

I KNOW. I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING.THIS PAIRING WORKS HERE. I SWEAR TO GOD IT DOES. Also the porn here is very, very, very hot. Very hot. I think about this at least ten times a month. 

Étude by xlydiadeetz

“The heart has a melody. Once you discover it, there’s no going back.”

Present day, Auguste is dead. The Golden Pianist is gone, and Laurent finds himself completely alone in the world. Haunted by the ghost of the promise he never accomplished, he goes through the stages of grief as he remembers his brother and deals with the return of a high school crush who makes him start to believe once again in the beauty of music.

No words, just pain. Most painful fic of my life. If you’re a Laurent lover this is a MUST READ. No skipping the classics. This is a fandom gem. This is like the Bible but for Capri fans.

Notorious by VeretianStarburst

“You genuinely don’t know who I am, do you?” Laurent asked, tilting his head back to look into Damen’s eyes.

“Should I?”

“I’m rather notorious around here. I have a feeling you’ll find out why soon enough.”

This is so good and the ending was so good and I want more. Mafia AU, baby!

Lose You by Ellies

“I’m pregnant,”

Damen paled as soon as those words left his mouth. Laurent felt vaguely sick himself.

“What?”

This is or the Incision fans. Hell yes, this fic is INSANELY good. It will keep you on the edge of your seat. It’s SO GOOD.

[this is me trying] by ace_assin9

Aimeric would like to say it wasn’t his fault. What happened. He’d like to, but he’s never been much of a liar. Not unless he’s already spitting mad. Lies don’t formulate themselves like prophecies demanding to be spoken, not like they seem to for the others. He blames the fact that he’s never had to lie. He’s only ever had to hide and hope his parents don’t find him when he fucks up. With five older siblings, it had never been particularly hard.

“Aimeric,” Jord said, haltingly. His shoulders were tense. “D’you think you should see a therapist?”

THIS FIC IS ONE OF THE BEST AIMERIC FICS OUT THERE AFTER CHERRY WINE. I LOVE THIS FIC SO MuCH SOMETIMES I WAKE UP GASPING BECAUSE I CANNOT BELIEVE IT EXISTS AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH PLEASE READ IT. PLEASE. GIVE AIMERIC A CHANCE I AM BEGGING YOU.

I Don't Smoke by rmayuscula

He loves Jord, loves him the most. But not enough to let himself be wrecked by him, to be kicked to the curb like a dog, like his parents did to him. To be used by him, like he has been before. He’ll stay here.

“I could wait too. You could come back.”

Everything Leo writes is cool (check out his latest fics btw, he’s DERANGED) bt this fic will always be special to me because it’s the only fic that made me like Jord as a character. YOU NEED TO READ THIS. GIVE AIMERIC A CHANCE. PLEASE. 

all alone by desastrista

Inspired by Green But For a Season. AU - Auguste never discovers Jord and so Jord never joins the Princes Guard. Instead, he finds work at Fortaine, where he is assigned to instruct Lord Guion's fourth son in swordfighting.

Amazing fic. If you’re looking for something that reads like canon and has this tragic feel to it, give this a try. PLEASE. You will NOT be disappointed. Amazing writing.

Works In Progress - Special Mentions:

(Not) Meant For You by Holly_Golightly

With the internet buzzing over Auguste and Damen’s latest fight and Auguste going off the rails a little bit, Laurent was fairly positive now was the worst possible time for him to accidentally send Damen a text meant for his ex. A text asking for sex.

Auguste was going to kill him.

This fic will be my death. I can’t seem to NOT think about it. Auguste in this is so amazingly fucked up. I love him so much. Lamen here are 10/10

All My Words by itallends

Over one quiet summer, Damen becomes enamoured with his son's boyfriend.

UGH my gem, my guilty pleasure, my love. I love this fic even though it leaves me feeling like a gutted fish. Damen is so fucking hot in this. PLEASE READ.

Concordia by Ccainao3

He’d had hope, after those talks, that when the sting of Olympic loss had faded he and Auguste would be able to salvage something of their old friendship. This doesn’t seem likely now. Sorry I gave you a concussion when I checked you is one thing; sorry I beat you out for the gold medal and then had your little brother wear it while I fucked him is another.

Is your fic rec a fic rec if Concordia isn’t in it? GHHHHHHHHGGBJKGJGJGJGJ I hate this author so much, she poisons my brain with her stupidly well written fics and they won’t leave my MIND. Seriously this fic is SO GOOD. Angry Auguste, Protective Damen, Asshole Laurent. ALSO... Erasmus and Damen in this... they’re my OTP even though they’re not together like that in this. 

Pop Stars by silentdescant

Laurent has been famous since he was a preteen, signed to his uncle's label, Regency Records. Damen and Nik front an indie band and signed with Regency for the opportunity to go on a world tour and open for Laurent.

NO WORDS. Groundbreaking. Wonderful. An ode to suffering.

The Firebird Suite by treeprince

Ancel knew the Regent preferred his pets blue-eyed and younger, but he was the best, so he wasn’t too worried that he couldn’t turn the highest head. If nothing else, he knew he’d make a lasting impression and land himself a contract either with someone much more suited to his tastes, or better.

After all, the only person looking out for him was himself, so there wouldn’t be any need to improve his circumstances with his current owner. There was no use in sticking his neck out for those who wouldn’t do the same for him.

WHY WON’T GOD LET ME HAVE GOOD THINGS. WHY. @treeprince just fucking update it’s KILLING ME. Best Berencel fic of 2020-2021-forever.

sanguinary poultice, love charm by Lapin

A different brother dies at Marlas, a king is crowned, and a new prince is born.

In a garden in Patras, Damen meets Laurent.

No, you do NOT understand. Laurent pretends to be a pet and Damen believes it and this fic is literally the most beautiful thing I read all year. You don’t UNDERSTAND. By the time you see this it’ll probably be completed but... Jesus Christ. The chapters are super long and juicy and beautiful. The scene transitions are SEAMLESS. The sex is so fucking good (Canis Major levels of good). PLEASE read this. The writing is so, so, so, so good. DAMEN IS SO OBLIVIOUS AND I LOVE KASTOR’S LITTLE SON. PLEASE, PLEASE READ THIS if you love love and pain and jokes and pining.

Sunblind by Folfar

The sun is in Auguste’s eyes when he dies. It is there when he wakes up, too.

Everyone has read this fic. We all agree it’s the best of the best. MOST ANTICIPATED AUGUSTE FIC EVER. Damen and Auguste bonding. Laurent... well, READ IT. 100000000/10

Wait, did you think I was done? Without mentioning my favorite fic of alll time? Surprise, bitch.

The Mannequin Gallery by marrieddorks

Laurent was still standing at the bookshelf, his fingers grazing the edge of one of the shelves near eye-level, seemingly scanning the array of titles like that was what he was here for. As he slowly walked, following the parallel lines of the shelves, the angle of him changed, allowing Damen to take in the neat way his sweater was tucked into his pants, the way the belt there accentuated the waist that Damen knew was underneath all those layers, the waist that was so slight in comparison with the build of his illusionary-worthy shoulders, the wisps of hair escaping the low ponytail his hair was pulled into, dancing around the elegant column of his neck like a nonexistent necklace, and the ridiculous length of his eyelashes as the, however briefly, rested on the apples of his cheeks for a blink.

“I, however, am not my uncle,” Laurent continued, his fingers hesitating over a well-used copy of 'Il barone rampante' by Italo Calvino. “Because of that, I will not make his mistake in my counter-offer to you.”

“Counter-offer?”

“Work for me instead,” Laurent said.

Best fic ever. IT HAS JUST BEEN UPDATED. PLEASE READ IT. Soon we’ll get fake dating and fake kisses that are actually real and I need you to PLEASE READ THIS. I am on my knees. Begging. Crying. Throwing up. Laurent is a model. Damen is an influencer. Together they escape from the Regent lol. Something like that... READ THE FIC.

[artxofartemis]

Don’t ask me I just listened The Lion King songs and this scene come into my mind and I had to sketch it somewhere

[aceass1n]

Damen is the kind of boyfriend who stares sappily at Laurent when he’s done studying but Laurent isn’t cuz holy shit this man is gorgeous and he’s mine how is that real

Meanwhile, Aimeric is the kind of boyfriend who throws peanuts (or whatever other small, throwable snack he has near him) at jord whenever he’s done but jord isn’t because he’s bored goddammit he needs entertainment

[mrs-amber]

"I didn't know where else to go" !!!!!!!

Hi, baby! I hope you like what I did with this one!! 😊 (I'm sure it was not what you expected...)

This prompt was taken from this list, where you can find other prompts and the ones that were already filled and answered. Let me know if you liked it or if you want another one!

50. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

"I didn't know where else to go," he said to Jord, who was standing awkwardly in the threshold. He was wearing sweatpants and no shirt, his hair was messy, meaning he had probably been sleeping. Of course he had been sleeping, it was almost two in the morning.

Jord had been rubbing his eyes as he opened the door and he stood there looking at him for quite some time before he dared to say those words, and even after hearing them Jord hadn't moved, nor said anything else.

He considered turning to leave, it had not been a good idea to come here, he knew it.

"I- I shouldn't have come-" he started, and stopped when Jord moved, making a gesture for him to come inside.

"Do you want some tea?"

He could feel the weight being lifted off his shoulders, his whole body starting to relax too with those simple words. Aimeric eagarly nodded, and they both moved to the kitchen without another word.

Jord moved around the kitchen, filling the kettle with water and putting it to heat, he grabbed a couple of mugs from the nearest cabinet and put a sack of tea in each of them.

Aimeric leaned on the counter, looking at him, not knowing what to say.

"I'm guessing dinner with your family wasn't really good," Jord continued, handing him the warm mug with tea.

Aimeric shook his head.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Jord asked.

He shook his head again.

"I'm sorry for my reaction before, when you arrived," Jord spoke slowly, measuring each word. "I think I was dreaming of you. And it was— unexpected, to be woken by you as well."

Dreaming of him?

He couldn't help the smile, taking over all his features, reaching his eyes, and the relief he felt at those words.

They had been dating for a couple weeks only, everything was still so new, they were both nervous around each other, not knowing which boundaries they could cross and how much they could give.

For Aimeric, it was complicated to trust.

But he trusted Jord with his eyes closed and that scared him. That night, he didn't know where else to go, so he had come to him.

Jord smile when he saw Aimeric smiling too, and placed his mug in the sink, taking some steps forward to get closer to him. He took the mug from Aimeric's hand and placed it on the counter by their side.

Aimeric was looking expectantly at him, the heat starting to rise to his cheeks. Jord always made him feel like this: wanted, cared, loved.

Jord brushed his thumb against the side of his face, his cheek, his nose, his lips. Aimeric melted in his touches, closing his eyes. The thumb continued down against his chin and neck, and he used his whole hand to cup his face and tilt it up. The other hand rested against his hip.

"Can I kiss you?" Jord's voice was deep with expectation, need and maybe a hint of desire. But when Aimeric opened his eyes, he looked also unsure.

He nodded.

And that was all the encouragement he needed to lean forward and close the inches that were still left between their lips.

[auguste-of-vere]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Captive Prince - C. S. Pacat Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Damen/Laurent (Captive Prince), Auguste/Nikandros (Captive Prince), Auguste & Damen (Captive Prince), Lazar/Pallas (Captive Prince), Aimeric/Jord (Captive Prince) Characters: Damen (Captive Prince), Laurent (Captive Prince), Auguste (Captive Prince), Nikandros (Captive Prince), Lazar (Captive Prince), Pallas (Captive Prince), Aimeric (Captive Prince), Jord (Captive Prince) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Auguste (Captive Prince) Lives, Karaoke, drunk, Friendship, pallas gets caught on fire Series: Part 1 of Drunken Nights Summary:

Basically the title

[akielonlion]

JORD & AIMERIC LOVE

[ninicaise]

laurent outing aimeric's abuse to jord to the regent outing laurent's abuse to damen pipeline

[winter-hare]

for the rain, part 2

jord/aimeric modern!au by @butitsthegameilike and @winter-hare

[previous]��

Jord pulls gently at the edge of the delicate wallpaper, slipping slowly into yesterday's rhythm. He settles himself into the idea of another day of work, although this time without such a pleasant distraction. When he had walked in he had been greeted hastily by Remon. The man had already been bustling off to busy himself in something more worthwhile, leaving Jord to think about how he looked like an older, gruffer, and more distinguished version of his brother. Aimeric is nowhere to be found, the house empty of the mildy familiar bounce of brown curls.

A door opens in a room over, bringing with it the sounds of shuffling feet and jostling keys. Someone’s home, Jord thinks absentmindedly. He pulls harder at the wallpaper, feeling it give way under his grip.

 “I’m home!” Aimeric saunters past Jord, a loose ponytail brushing against the back of his neck as he moves. Jord watches the way his hips sway, the way his chin is held high. Aimeric moves through the house like he owns it. 

Jord can’t help but listen as Remon speaks just out of view. 

“I have to go to a meeting in a minute - can you stay here and keep an eye on everything for me again?” Keep an eye on me, Jord thinks, as what little regard he held for Remon melts away like everything else in this heat. 

When Aimeric responds, his voice is so quiet and timid Jord barely hears him - not that he was purposely listening or anything.

“Yeah, of course,” it’s a mumble, carried on barely a breath- yet Remon doesn’t seem to care. Jord glances through the doorway to the living room, eyes landing on Aimeric’s delicate arms, wound round his knees, pulling them to his chest. He looks anxious, Jord thinks; it looks like he’s pulling in towards himself, making himself small and quiet. Remon stands nearby. The difference in Aimerics body language makes Jord blink, stilling in his work. Moments before, he had looked like a completely different person. Jords eyes flick over Aimeric, the soft heat flush on his face, the way he taps his fingers on his legs. His gaze moves to Aimeric’s eyes, only to find them looking directly back. Aimeric winks, sending Jord’s guts twisting like eels. 

He doesn’t see Aimeric again until Remon had long since gone and left the house quiet, save the soft scrapes and tears of Jord’s monotonous work. He hadn’t allowed his brain to linger on the thoughts itching at the back of his head - brown haired, green eyed thoughts - but all his work on that front is completely banished as Aimeric pops his head through the doorway.

 “I need a favour.” The words are blunt: it’s not a question, but there’s a certain light to his eyes, a glimmer of a smile. 

“Huh?” Jords brain scrambles for the proper response, fuzzy with the past hour or so of underuse, his mouth hanging a touch slack. Aimeric leaves from view, and Jord snaps his jaw together in embarrassment, immediately realizing how dense he must have appeared. 

“It’ll only take two seconds, I swear!” Jord brushes his dusty hands off on his pants, hesitantly walking towards the call of Aimeric’s voice. What could he want?

Aimeric stands in the middle of the kitchen, hands on his hips as he looks up scathingly at something on the top shelf of the cupboard, head angled back to see it. At the sound of Jord’s footsteps his face appears over his shoulder, a grin forming over fine features. He gestures Jord closer.

“I can’t reach the powdered sugar, just there,” he explains, “could you be a dear and grab it for me?”

 It’s an easy stretch for Jord, his stature and the added height of his work boots have the small bag quickly in Aimeric’s hands. 

“Thanks,” Aimeric teeters back and forth on his feet, the air between them sticky with the heat of the summer. Jord wonders in the back of his head how long it would be acceptable to stand here for, his mind drifting away as he looks down at Aimeric. Then Jord is stepping backwards, pushing his hand into the hair at the back of his neck. 

“I should get back to, uhh…” Stepping even farther back, Jord watches as Aimeric’s face lights up.

“No way, have a seat.” It doesn’t really sound like a question; Aimeric doesn’t seem to ask many of those. And besides, who was Jord to say no when Aimeric smiled like that?

Aimeric points to one of the stools at the kitchen island, tucking a stray hair behind his ear.

“Just let me finish the glaze, you’re not even ready for these scones I’m making.” He bustles away to start measuring out the powdered sugar, his pony tail bobbing happily, brown curls shining coppery in the light. 

“You bake?” Jord asks, a little surprised at how gruff it comes out. He tries to smile in an attempt to soften it. 

“And what about it?” Aimeric lifts his eyes to Jord, green peeking out from underneath full lashes. They were like tiny glittering emeralds, set amongst marble. Jord has to shake the thoughts out of his head. What on earth was he going on about, emeralds...what was happening? 

“So, big strong contractor man, what’s your name?” Jord blinks; he hadn’t even thought to introduce himself. 

“Jord.” 

“Well, Jord,” Aimeric practically purrs. It sends a jolt of something through Jord, he likes the sound of his name in Aimeric’s mouth. It has a softer ring to it. “What else do you get up to, other than pulling the wallpaper off peoples walls. What’s inside that brain of yours?” Aimeric moves to lift a tray of something out of the oven, shielding his creation from view. Jord tries to think, what does he do, other than work? His mind passes over the past night spent in front of the television, an old war documentary playing across the screen, a warm beer in his hand. It’s truly a less than appealing image, the paint splatters across his clothing, the calluses on his hands. 

“I mostly work, not too much time for anything else,” Aimeric looks disappointed as he looks over his shoulder at Jord, a playful pout on his pink lips. 

“Oh come on, I know your job doesn’t take up that much time, are you just trying to avoid telling me you’re boring?” Aimeric’s tone is warm and teasing. Where had this side of him been when he was talking to Remon? Jord is quick to start defending himself, ignoring the truth of Aimeric’s statement.

“And what do you know about contracting? What are you, nineteen?” Jord taps his fingers on the cool marble counter, watching the muscles in Aimeric’s back move under the thin cotton of his shirt as he fiddles with his glaze. Aimeric turns around, a delicate plate of scones in hand. He looks at Jord, his eyes narrowed and a smirk splayed across his face. There is a smear of glaze on his cheek, the milky translucency just a touch too close to resembling something much less... safe for work. Jord feels the burning heat of his blush, eyes snapping to lock with Aimeric’s. God, the heat is getting to his head. 

“I’m twenty, thank you very much,” Aimeric leans in close to Jord over the island, tone shifting, stirring something deep inside of Jord. “And for your information, I happen to know about a lot of things.” 

Jord gulps. 

“Have a scone, love.” 

[alleyskywalker]

NEW FIC: After (Jord/Aimeric)

Title: After Fandom: Captive Prince Characters/Pairings: Jord/Aimeric Rating: PG-13 Word Count: ~3000 Summary: AU. Jord and Aimeric try to make a life together after Laurent's ascension to the throne. Aimeric feels like he has lost almost everything and Jord fears what will happen if he is presented with a chance to attempt to recapture his old life.  Written for the @fandomtrumpshate auction.

Read on AO3

[nasthepotprincess]

the moment you thought orlant was a traitor.

then the moment you learned aimeric was the traitor and orlant was a victim of the regent's games.

and then you're like HOLY SHIT JORD WAS FUCKING THE SNITCH.

pacat just yanking your emotions through the ringer.

[cyokie]

Captive Prince Book + Short Story + Bonus Material Timeline

Not sure if someone already did this, but I thought it might be helpful (both for you guys and myself, lol). If anyone has corrections or more specific information, please let me know!

CAPTIVE PRINCE CONTINUITY TIMELINE

“The Training of Erasmus” (short story in the United States print editions of Captive Prince)

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Captive Prince (book 1)

“Pet” (short story in The Summer Palace and Other Stories)

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Prince’s Gambit (book 2)

“Green but for a Season” (short story in The Summer Palace and Other Stories)

Chapter Nineteen and a Half (bonus chapter in the United States print editions of Prince’s Gambit) 

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Kings Rising (book 3)

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“The Summer Palace” (short story in The Summer Palace and Other Stories)

“The Adventures of Charls, the Veretian Cloth Merchant” (short story in The Summer Palace and Other Stories) 

[shipsl0ver]

I'VE JUST FOUND OUT THAT DAMEN HAS A DIMPLE??? IM LOSING MY SHIT