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Chapter Forty Three: A life Lost, A life won 

Author: Solo J wright
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-17 13:41:36

Sharon’s POV

I always thought the moment of my death would feel distant.

But nothing prepared me for the raw terror of having a blade pressed against my throat, or the horror of knowing that the man I trusted had just risked my life like it was a pawn on a chessboard.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. My breath stuttered in and out as Morris and Aemond glared at each other with words sharper than any dagger.

“Morris,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Stop. Please.”

But he didn’t even look at me. His eyes were locked on Aemond like I was an object in the background, a bargaining chip. Fury, desperation, and madness flickered in his golden irises. I had never seen him look that way.

And certainly not with me standing so close to danger.

“Morris,” I said louder, “I’m pregnant-”

Aemond moved. A swift flick of his wrist.

And something hot trickled down my throat.

Warm. Wet. Metallic.

My heart stopped.

The sound Morris made will haunt me forever. It was a strangled mix between a growl and
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