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CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO: SISTER-DAUGHTER REUNION

Author: Solo J wright
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-14 01:49:03

SHARON’S POV:

The dungeon smelled like damp stone and old despair.

I had lost track of time down here. The walls didn’t change, the air didn’t move, and the single torch outside my cell burned with the same dull persistence, as if mocking me for still breathing. My body ached in places I didn’t want to think about, my wrists sore from where the iron cuffs had rubbed earlier before they were removed. I sat on the thin mattress, back against the wall, knees pulled to my chest, listening to the echo of my own thoughts.

Daemon.

Daenerys.

The thought of my son being somewhere far away from me, confused and crying for his sister, hollowed me out. But it was Daenerys that nearly broke me. The way she’d been ripped from my arms, the sound of her cry seared into my bones. I pressed my forehead to my knees, breathing through the pain, through the rage, through the terror.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor and I stiffened.

They were lighter than a guard’s. Faster. Purposeful.

I lifted my head j
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