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CHAPTER SIXTY NINE: HIS QUEEN

Penulis: Solo J wright
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-01 15:37:52

SHARON’S POV

For the longest moment, I cannot move.

My fingers shake around Daemon’s tiny body, my breath stuck somewhere between my lungs and my throat. Every noise around me blends into a muffled hum. There were footsteps, whispers, rustling leaves but none of it matters.

All I see is Roland’s retreating silhouette.

All I hear is his voice echoing inside my skull.

Enjoy my leftover.

My chest tightens until it physically hurts. I pull Daemon closer, so close his soft curls brush my chin. Daenerys rests in Morris’s arms, her little fist curled around his shirt, unbothered by the chaos that just erupted. Blessedly unaware.

I wish I could be unaware. Just for a second.

Morris steps closer, brushing his arm against mine, grounding me. “Sharon,” he says softly, gently. “They’re gone.”

That doesn’t comfort me.

People can leave and still haunt you.

“You’re shaking.” His voice dips lower, coaxing, like he’s speaking to a frightened animal. “Look at me.”

Slowly, I do.

His golden eyes are stea
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