Even now, months after it had all happened, I was still in immense disbelief that I had even found myself in this situation. How had it even come to this? No seriously, how...
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Eleventh Moon, 169 AC
Daeron
Even now, months after it had all happened, I was still in immense disbelief that I had even found myself in this situation. How had it even come to this? No seriously, how.
I had started out my new life as Daeron II with one key goal in mind. I would make Daena fall in love with me and take her as my wife, possibly getting Daemon Blackfyre as our heir after Baelor hopefully died just like in canon as a result of the scandal. I would then place Daena on the throne and rule beside her as her King Consort to bypass the rule of my unworthy father altogether, avoiding the Dornish marriage and the Blackfyre Rebellions both and maybe one day we would find a way to get back dragons.
The plan had not survived first contact...
TRIMMED - READ THE FULL SCENE ON WEBSITE/GOOGLE DOCS!Fortunately, some things had at least gone according to plan. Just like he had in canon, Baelor had prayed and fasted himself to death when our affair was exposed (and even now with how serious the situation was, I couldn’t help but smile a little at the idea that I had cucked Baelor to death). The best part of all however, was that my long-shot hope of hatching dragon eggs on his funeral pyre had succeeded against all odds.
It shouldn’t have even happened. There was no red comet in the sky or prophetic dreams like Dany had had, nor was there any mass sacrifice or act of blood magic. And who knew what the Maesters or Dragonbane had done to the eggs. But maybe because it had just been a mere sixteen years since the last dragon had died compared to a century and a half for Dany, or maybe because the fire and Valyrian blood sacrificed from the pyre of a Targaryen king had been just enough, my desperate far-fetched plan had actually worked.
While Daena and everyone else had still been frozen in shock, I had immediately sprung into action, running forward to take the hatchlings into my arms before Aegon or anyone else could. I had given Daena, Rhaena, and Elaena the dragons that had hatched from their eggs, the dragons that were rightfully theirs, and claimed the dragon that had hatched from Baelor’s egg for my own. Aegon had sulked about that but it was over and done with. He could cry about it for all I cared.
I did feel a little bad for denying the dragons to the rest of the family, but my goals required prioritizing the dragons for myself and my lovers. Maybe in the future, if any more eggs were laid or hatched, we could give dragons to Viserys, Aemon, and Naerys too, but until then, they would be restricted to just the four of us and we had already cemented our claim by naming them.
Elaena had fondly named her dragon Artaxes, a proud name from Valyrian histories. Much like its egg, it had the same colors as Elaena’s hair, being a mostly stunning platinum white but with bright gold accents, wing membranes, claws, and horns.
Rhaena’s dragon was mostly purple but it had green eyes and orange pinkish-gold accents, claws, horns, and wing membranes. She had named it Starfyre, no doubt for her faith, but I couldn’t help but notice the resemblance in the dragon’s coloration to a comic book character I had known in my first life with the same name.
Daena’s dragon was dark blue with red accents, horns, claws, and belly scales. As if Tessarion the Blue Queen had come back to life but with crimson red instead of beaten copper as her secondary color, as the rest of the dragon’s scales were near the exact same shade of dark blue as Tessarion’s had been. Its coloration was basically what Optimus Prime would look like as a dragon but no one else in this world would know that reference.
She had named the dragon Daeral, for her beloved brother but most especially for me, she had told me. Just thinking about that still brought a warm fuzzy feeling to my chest.
As for me, I chose to name my dragon Paarthurnax. The name’s ending letters made it sound suitably Valyrian but it was also a fun inside reference to me for a dragon I had deeply admired in a game I had once played (fuck you Delphine, I never killed him and you should be ashamed of yourself for asking). It helped that my dragon’s coloration also reminded me of Paarthurnax in a way, a sort of dull creamy grey with traces of tan and yellow.
I could only hope that one day, my dragon would become as wizened and old as Paarthurnax was, even if I highly doubted it would ever learn to speak words of wisdom… or speak at all.
In any case, the fact that it had hatched from Baelor’s egg was even funnier. I had effectively cucked Baelor out of not just his ex-wife and sisters but his dragon too. And if I had my way, I would add the throne and the Dornish peace plan both to that list.
The dragons changed everything. The entire calculus and power dynamic inside our house had been completely flipped over the table, and everyone knew it. That was why, when my grandfather had called for a private family meeting after the shock of the dragons hatching had subsided just a little, I knew I had to strike immediately before he had had a chance to regain his bearings.
Uncle Aemon and the other six Kingsguard dutifully stood guard and took the watch as we all entered the room my grandfather had booked the meeting. As soon as we all took our seats, I immediately made my opening move.
“I will be marrying Daena, Rhaena, and Elaena. All three of them,” I said firmly.
It was not a request or an option placed on the table for consideration. It was a declaration, a nonnegotiable demand, pure and simple.
The silence in the room was deafening right up until Aegon burst out laughing. I had to crush the annoyance rising in my chest. The fucker had been doing that a lot lately and it grated. Aemon and the rest of the Kingsguard remained dutifully silent and my poor mother looked scandalized but my eyes were fixed on the women I loved.
All three of them looked to me in surprise. Their expressions were a confusingly eclectic mix of shock, gratitude, and love writ all over their faces and I let my expression soften tenderly.
“If they’ll have me, of course,” I added with a smile.
Rhaena almost looked as if she wanted to faint, though from what I wasn’t sure. Elaena scowled with tears in her eyes as Daena punched me in the arm lightly, seeming to speak for all three of them when she answered, “Of course we’ll have you, you dolt. You’ve ruined us for all other men. We’re carrying your babes in our bellies. Who else would we rather have?”
My mother finally gained her courage to speak up then as she addressed my grandfather. “Surely you won’t let this happen Father? Polygamy is outlawed by the laws of the kingdom! No Targaryen has practiced it since Maegor and we all know how it ended for him! The Faith won’t stand for it.”
I did my best to leash my burgeoning anger. I loved my new mother, I really did. Naerys did not deserve marriage to Aegon of all people. But in times like this I was reminded just how annoying her piety was, it reminded me far too much of Baelor.
“I would suggest you refresh your memory on the exact text of the Doctrine of Exceptionalism, Mother. Nowhere was it ever stated that polygamy is forbidden. In fact, the wording of the doctrine explicitly allows Valyrian wedding customs for our house due to our dragons. Just because none has ever practiced polygamy since Maegor does not mean it is forbidden and if the Faith has an issue with that, they can take it up with our dragons,” I said firmly.
“Hatchling dragons not even a full day old, Daeron!” my mother protested.
“Aye. And they hatched on the funeral pyre of Baelor the Blessed himself. A reward by the Seven for his piety, many would argue. And how would the Faith, led by their child High Septon appointed by Baelor in the sept Baelor built, argue any differently?”
I turned to my grandfather next, realizing that he had yet to speak throughout the entire meeting. The expression on his face was unreadable; the usual stern mask of stone I had come to associate with him. Nonetheless I tried to argue in the logical deduction I knew would be most convincing for him.
“More seriously than all of that, Grandfather. The girls and I all have dragons. Uncle Aemon is in the Kingsguard, my father is already wed to my mother, and you are much older than they are, no offense, and I doubt you have any interest in remarrying. They carry my children; I should be the one to marry them all and ensure they and their dragons stay inside our house. If not, we risk another house gaining dragons before we have even fully restored them to our own.”
My grandfather sighed. “You don’t need to convince me, Daeron. I had already agreed the moment the dragons hatched and the four of you claimed them. You are right. The dragons must remain in our house and we have the influence and justifications needed to convince the Faith. Still, your mother has a point. I don’t anticipate it being a very fun conversation to have with the Most Devout.”
“It won’t be, no. But it has to be done.”
My grandfather shook his head and groused. “Just my luck that my first act as King will be cleaning up my grandson’s mess.”
At that, the room once again fell silent. Daena spoke up first.
“And what exactly, makes you so certain that you are King, Uncle?” she asked.
All of us could feel the tension in the room. It sat on a knife’s edge. My grandfather grimaced before answering.
“Precedent. Jaehaerys inherited before Aerea. He named Baelon heir before Rhaenys and the Great Council ratified his decision when they chose Viserys I as King instead of Laenor Velaryon. Every time the male-line heir was chosen, because he was older, more respected and capable. I have served this realm as Hand of the King for nigh over thirty years while you have been isolated away from it for almost a decade, Daena.
“You’ve destroyed your reputation with all your wild actions and you would be birthing a bastard if my grandson hadn’t decided to break his betrothal and marry you. Perhaps most unfortunately of all for your claim, you are a woman. Whether that is fair or not has never mattered. The lords will not respect you as their ruler, they will not obey your commands. House Targaryen is weaker than it has ever been after your brother’s misrule, it will not survive having you as Queen.”
To her credit, my dear Daena did not react with anger or outrage. She seemed to even acknowledge Viserys’ points before simply replying, “I have a dragon.”
“A hatchling dragon as we established earlier,” Viserys said dismissively, “One that is already being used to justify your polygamous marriage, niece. There is only so far we can push the realm before it snaps. We cannot take the risk.”
“Exactly what risk do you believe there to be Uncle? Let the lords defy me if they dare. My dragon will reach maturity in due time and once that comes to pass, they shall all rue their defiance,” Daena declared boldly.
My grandfather only smiled sadly. “My mother once thought as you do.”
“And is she not a precedent justifying my own ascendance? Was she not named heir by your namesake? Did not half the realm rise to defend her rights?” Daena challenged.
“And what good did that bring her!?” Viserys demanded with an uncharacteristic anger, stunning the entire room as his fist pounded on the table.
“Half the realm rose for her and she died anyway! And so did everyone else! My father, my brothers, Aunt Rhaenys, Lord Corlys, all of them!” he shouted, his voice almost breaking as he stumbled over those he had loved and lost. “That’s what will happen if you become Queen, Daena. Is that what you want? Do you want to usher in a new era of war and destruction that will take half of our family from us all over again?” he demanded.
For the first time, I and everyone else could see the truth of Viserys Targaryen peeking out just beneath the cracks in the mask, the shadow of the lonely grieving man that had lost almost everything and everyone he had ever cared for in the most horrible ways imaginable.
“Grandfather,” I began carefully. “I understand your concerns. But Daena is not Rhaenyra. She is not taking the throne from her brothers. She is inheriting it from them. This is not some unheard-of wild scheme, it is the law of the land, of all the lords you say will oppose it. It is the ancestral custom of our own house before we started letting ourselves be swayed by the prejudices of lesser men. Consider the breach from primogeniture that would do far more to cause the future wars you so fear than making Daena Queen.
“What breach from primogeniture? You are marrying her Daeron, and one day you will inevitably be King and her your Queen Consort. The lines are united,” his grandfather retorted.
“That argument works just as well if she was Queen and I her consort. Who could the realm possibly rally around as a claimant against Daena if you support her as Hand and I your grandson wed her? At least this way we would reinforce the primacy of primogeniture and ensure future rulers need never deal with the problems Jaehaerys faced with Aerea or Viserys I with the Velaryons, should competing lines ever end up not united by marriage.
“Consider this as well, Grandfather. You say the throne should be yours because you are the capable, experienced male heir while Daena is an inexperienced young woman. Yet think and remember what happened the last time that calculation was made. When Jaehaerys named Baelon heir over Rhaenys, he opened the door for a far more unworthy candidate to take the throne than either Baelon or Rhaenys, one that caused the most devastating war our family has ever known. Who’s to say that won’t happen again?”
I did not say it directly, but it seemed that everyone in the room could guess what I was alluding to. For the first time in the entire conversation, the insufferable smirk was wiped off Aegon’s face as he narrowed his eyes at me.
“And what is that supposed to mean?” he demanded.
“I was merely making a historical observation, Father. I don’t know why you’re taking it so personally. Unless, of course, you have something you would like to share with the rest of us?”
Aegon snarled. “Why you little –“
“Enough!” Viserys shut down the argument with all the firmness of a king. And even though I was trying to convince him not to become King, I couldn’t deny that he would be a very good one as I saw how he commanded the room with ease.
Yet as soon as the room quieted, it was as if all the strength flowed out of Viserys and he looked more defeated that I had ever seen him before.
“Have none of you ever wondered why Aegon and I never changed the histories? Never once changed the annals to acknowledge our own mother as Queen instead of a princess grasping for a throne that was not hers? Even now, the Usurper is recorded in the histories as King Aegon, the Second of His Name, and my brother remains the Third.
“We both knew that changing it would have been pointless. Changing it would have caused unrest and possibly even another war and for what? The Greens were right at the end of the day. My grandfather should have never named my mother heir, never have gone against all the precedents that had made him King to begin with. I rue the day he did. If he hadn’t, perhaps my mother and everyone else who died in the Dance might have lived long and fulfilling lives.
“I hear your arguments, Daeron. But I would not bend from my convictions even to restore my mother’s memory. I will not for you or Daena either. My final answer is no. I will be King, and one day you will reign in my place after your father, with Daena and all your other wives by your side. That is already more than anyone in your position should have any right to expect. Satisfy yourself with it and stop being greedy.”
I wasn’t ready to give up yet though. I still had a few more arguments up my sleeve that I thought might just convince my grandfather, especially with all his fears of another Dance. Before I could say anything however, Daena interjected.
“Crown Daeron then,” she declared.
We all turned to her in surprised confusion but she only doubled down, facing my grandfather with righteous anger and determination ablaze in her eyes.
“You say it’s too risky for me to become Queen, that you are insistent on there being a King to placate the lords. So be it then. But it can’t be you or Aegon. Crown Daeron in both of our places, Uncle, and I will relent.”
I couldn’t even believe what I was hearing. Where on earth had this idea even come from??
“Why not go for it? You’d still have everything you could possibly want, your line on the throne and a male ruler to sate your fears of strife,” Daena continued.
My grandfather did something then that none of us would have ever expected. He laughed. Viserys Targaryen, youngest son of Rhaenyra Targaryen, always seen as shorter and less handsome and sterner even than his melancholic brother since his wife had left him, laughed. It was not a long or debilitating laugh, but it was a full-bodied laugh the likes of which none of them had ever seen from the serious Hand.
“That was truly amusing, niece. I appreciate it. But enough of these japes. How exactly do you intend to justify bypassing not just yourself and your sisters but I and Aegon as well in the primogeniture Daeron himself holds so sacred?” he asked.
“Jure uxoris,” Elaena spoke up. “By right of wife. By marrying Daena, combined with his own strong claim to the throne in the male line through you Uncle, he could become King. There is sufficient precedent for it in history. Orys Baratheon married Argella Durrandon to strengthen his claim on the Stormlands, and Joffrey Lydden was crowned King Joffrey Lannister as he had married the only child and daughter of the previous King of the Rock,” she explained with all the meticulous detail of someone who had done naught but read for the past eight years.
Viserys actually seemed to consider it. “I can see an argument for it being made but I still cannot see the point of it. It just feels unnecessarily messy when Daeron would become King either way as my only grandson. So please tell me Daena, why are you willing to yield your claim to Daeron but not me?”
“If you become King, it would be decades until both you and Aegon die. Far too much can happen in that time for comfort. Daeron and my sisters are the only people in this room that I trust to have any kind of power over me. The rest of you just watched as Baelor locked us away and imprisoned us in a vault like something to be ashamed of. Giving token protests as meaningless as the wind that carried them. Daeron alone did something about it. He gave us hope and comfort in our imprisonment, he was the light in our darkest hours. He is our savior.
“So yes, Uncle. If I cannot be Queen in my own right, then I would have Daeron as King instead of letting it pass to you. Any other outcome would leave me... discontent. And no matter how much you try and dismiss it, my dragon will grow, and a discontent dragonrider is something you do not want to deal with,” Daena warned.
For a while there was an impasse between Daena and Viserys, neither one willing to back down before finally, my grandfather yielded.
“Very well.”
“Father! You can’t be entertaining this farce!” Aegon protested.
“Silence Aegon. Even after proving himself every inch your offspring, Daeron would still be ten times the king you could ever be,” he barked, cutting down his son’s protests instantly.
“The question now is if he will accept the crown offered to him,” he said and all eyes turned to me.
I for my part was still struggling to understand how things had come to this point. I had gone into this meeting intent on one thing, ensuring Aegon never got the throne, no matter what. All along the obvious path to that had been to crown Daena and bypass him altogether. I had never once expected to be practically gift wrapped the throne on a silver platter but now that it was offered to me so readily, I couldn’t really do anything but accept… with one addendum that is.
“I accept, on one condition. Daena should be crowned alongside me, not as Queen Consort, but as my co-ruler and Queen in her own name. We will rule jointly, as Aegon and Elaena, the children of Gaemon the Glorious did. If I reign as King by right of wife, that wife should also reign, at least officially, in order to stabilize the line of succession and ensure that Daena’s children will always be considered senior to Rhaena and Elaena’s, both of whom would remain Princesses instead of becoming Queen Consorts,” I explained.
I had started thinking of the idea ever since it was first proposed that I become King jure uxoris. I had taken a lot of inspiration from cases I remembered in my first life, like Isabella and Ferdinand the Catholic of Spain, and especially William III and Mary II of England. It was the best solution I thought, even if the idea of both a reigning King and Queen felt messy, it was the easiest way in my mind to satisfy all the parties involved.
If only it didn’t marginalize Rhaena and Elaena. Yet it had to be done or else I would reign as a King with three Queen Consorts and the succession would follow through me while a competing, more traditional line of primogeniture succession proceeded through Daena. If things didn’t work out perfectly between our children and grandchildren, I could easily envision some kind of Wars of the Roses scenario developing from there that would be an even greater nightmare than the Blackfyre Rebellions.
Even so, that did not ease my guilt. I could not help but look apologetically to Rhaena and Elaena. I had promised to marry all three of them and by doing so, implicitly declared that I would treat them all equally instead of taking Daena as my wife and the two of them as mistresses on the side. Yet here I was now elevating their elder sister above them so sharply.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
Rhaena did not look upset in the slightest. “I’m just happy to be your wife, Daeron. It has always been the way of the world that the younger sibling defers to the elder. If Daena becomes Queen and I remain a Princess, so be it. I have already gotten what I truly want.”
There was a more pained look in Elaena’s face however, as if she was swallowing a bitter pill that even now, she remained second to Daena. I tried to convey to her that this in no way indicated that she was any lesser in my heart, where it really mattered. That it was simply what had to be done to ensure the stability of the succession but it did not feel like it truly sunk in for her. She only told me mutely that she understood and would say no more.
I sighed. I would have to find a way to make it up to her and make her truly understand what all of this was for later. I turned back to my grandfather and continued.
“Our joint rule will be known as that of Daeron and Daena. I the Second of His Name and she the First. As the male, and an aspiring knight in training, I will take up the position of Protector of the Realm to oversee the kingdom’s military matters but we shall otherwise be fully equal in our titles. Though, the Kingsguard and the Hand of the King will remain as such and not be changed to Queen to avoid confusion and any negative connotations associated with Rhaenyra,” I elaborated, before addressing Daena.
“So long as all of this is acceptable to you?” I asked.
Daena looked stunned as she tried to muster up the words to reply. “Acceptable? I gave up on the throne entirely to you and then you offered half of it right back to me. I’d accept anything you say at this point, Daeron.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the raw amazement and love bordering on worship in Daena’s eyes though I noted that a part of her was also worried about how her sisters were taking it. We would need to work together to smoothen over those rough edges after the meeting.
“It is settled then,” my grandfather said, resignation and finality in his voice.
“It is,” Daena replied.
At that moment, the Kingsguard, led by Aemon, took up the proclamation:
“The king is dead! Long live the king and queen!”
“Long live the king and queen,” Viserys declared more reservedly while Aegon just sulked and Naerys seemed to still be unhappy about me marrying three women.
My grandfather turned to me then. “Now we just need to negotiate with the Faith for your joint coronation and polygamous wedding, Your Grace.”
I had a feeling he was mocking me, ever so slightly, but I’d let him have it just this once. We had just convinced him to yield the throne after scandalizing the entire realm with the most obscene series of events seen in a generation.
“Think of the bright side, Grandfather. At least we can still use most of my wedding preparations. We just need to change the name of the bride on the invites,” I japed.
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Sometime later, I was inside my private quarters, still trying to process that I would soon be crowned as the King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men. It had always been a title that I had sufficient reason to expect I would one day hold if I failed to make Daena Queen but not like this. Not this soon.
I had succeeded in my ultimate goal. Viserys and Aegon would never become King and the ordinals of Viserys II and Aegon IV would now perhaps go to other kings eventually, kings that would no doubt be remembered for drastically different things. Daena was Queen in her own right, but my role was greatly altered from what I had envisioned.
Initially, I had planned to be Daena’s King Consort and Protector of the Realm, and once Viserys either retired or died, Hand of the Queen. Instead, I was her co-monarch, her equal in every way, and many in Westeros would no doubt see me as the true ruler instead of her. I was the male after all, the one who would lead the military in times of crisis, the Protector of the Realm. And as her lord husband, Westerosi customs and traditions dictated that she deferred to me.
It was, on paper at least, the perfect compromise. Daena still got to be Queen, primogeniture and the proper line of succession were maintained for once, and the sexist martial-minded lords of Westeros were appeased that they still had a King and the reminders of Rhaenyra were silenced with institutions remaining that of the King instead of the Queen.
I had gone into all of this with the intention of making Daena the sole Queen, forcibly restraining myself from any desire to sit the throne directly so that I could deny it to Aegon IV. Yet now that fortune had delivered the throne into my hands anyway, I couldn’t help but admit I was glad for it.
Rare were the men who would turn down such power and most of those who claimed they would were posturing pretenders. I had humbled my own ambitions for a greater cause and been rewarded for it. Perhaps this was arrogant of me to say, but Westeros was better off for it.
Some of the greatest rulers in history, both on Earth and in Westeros, had been co-monarchs either in name or in practice. Isabella and Ferdinand of Spain, William and Mary of England, Jaehaerys and Alysanne, Aegon, Visenya, and Rhaenys, the list went on and on. When it worked, it really worked. The ruling couples (or trios) would complement each other and cover each other’s weaknesses, dividing up a job meant for one person amongst two or more and greatly increasing their efficiency.
Of course, when it failed, it really failed. Phillip II of Spain and Mary I of England were just one example that came to mind and of course, Aegon and Visenya and Jaehaerys and Alysanne had inevitably grown estranged, but I had faith that Daena and I would not end up the same way.
She would not soon forget that I had been the one to save her from the Maidenvault. That I had been offered the chance to rule as the sole King, by herself no less, and had included her as my co-ruler instead of consort anyway.
Perhaps it was wrong of me to think this, but I couldn’t help but feel that this outcome was better than my original hopes of making Daena the sole Queen. At least this way, I had power by law to moderate anything she did if needed rather than trying to influence her solely as her consort.
I didn’t want to think of it that way, but part of me knew all too well that my grandfather was right when he had criticized Daena’s ability to rule. Even ignoring how her sex would weaken her image as a ruler amongst the deeply conservative nobility, Daena was exceedingly inexperienced and even worse, she was quick to anger and irrational actions when something truly irked her, all fiery and reckless. Not exactly the kind of person that would make an ideal ruler.
And yet despite knowing that, I had still championed her rights so intensively and even gone out of my way to restore them to her when I was given the throne outright instead of her.
Part of that was my absolutely unshakable belief in the importance of primogeniture. It was the single most stable succession method known for monarchies and breaches away from it rarely ended well. As long as the monarch wasn’t terrible, I would still prefer them to rule over a much more competent cousin.
A string of mediocre rulers who rightfully inherited their thrones by the proper line of succession and kept the peace in the process was far better for a country and its people than a hypercompetent and capable usurper seizing the throne only to cast the realm into a civil war each time a ruler died because of the precedent it set. The Roman Empire could very much attest to that and the Wars of the Roses traced their roots back to precisely that origin, when Richard II had been deposed by his cousin, Henry Bolingbroke, who was not even the next in line to the throne at least.
Granted, there were limits to this. Sometimes the rulers were just that bad that they had to go, primogeniture be damned. Those included folks like Aegon IV or Aerys II and I was fortunate in my case that I could follow the proper line of primogeniture and deny Aegon the throne by doing so.
Beyond this however, my motivations were much more sentimental. For all her faults and flaws, I cared for Daena and I wanted to restore to her, if only in part, what was rightfully hers. Her flaws might have made her less ideal of a ruler, but they made her so much more human and real. She had long since stopped being a character in a book to me. She was a living, breathing person. With real fears and insecurities, real hopes and dreams. And I loved her.
I loved all of them, I thought, as my three wives-to-be entered my quarters. My eyes roamed over each of them in turn, taking in every detail of them I could.TRIMMED - READ THE FULL SCENE ON WEBSITE/GOOGLE DOCS!
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Author’s Note: I hope you guys liked this chapter as I worked very hard to get the last bits of it done on a work weekday night!
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