SHARON’S POV Sunlight poured through the tall windows of the nursery like warm honey, turning the entire room gold. I sat cross-legged on the thick rug in the center, Daemon climbing my lap like I was a mountain he needed to conquer. His chubby hands gripped my shirt, tugging until I pretended to topple backward with an exaggerated groan. He squealed, delighted, and flopped onto my chest, giggling so hard his whole body shook.Daenerys watched from Morris’s arms a few feet away, serious little face tilted, as though deciding whether to join the chaos or maintain her dignity. Morris caught my eye over her head and grinned—the real one, the kind that crinkled the corners of his eyes and made my stomach flip even after everything we’d survived.“Think she’s judging us?” he asked, bouncing her gently.“Definitely,” I said, catching Daemon’s wrists before he could yank my hair again. “She’s got your serious face.”He laughed low, the sound rumbling through the room. “She’s got your stubb
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