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“I will check on children and join you,” Daemon nodded and went the other way.

Walking back to the Sea Dragon Tower, Rhaenyra smiled, sensing distant waves of pleasure coming from Nyra. Her younger self was experiencing bliss as she and Daemion were exploring the depths of their passion.

That brought back memories of her early married bliss with Daemon. She embraced the joy of expressing her love for him without hesitation, and savored the feeling of being reciprocated by the man she had yearned for since her youth. Their passion for each other after ten years of separation and being married to other people was scorching.

Rhaenyra stopped in her tracks, sudden realization striking her. Its bitterness overwhelmed all previous joy and Rhaenyra only shook her head in despair, her steps dragging with weariness.

Entering the tower, she walked silently the staircase, her fish-oil lamp casting shadows on the walls. The second floor was the domain of the older children. Two bedchambers were present, occupied by Jace and Luke, and Rhaena respectively. Baela resided with her sister when she visited from the Driftmark.