Game of Thrones (Amica and Deckard) novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39

I struggle to breathe, choking on the tears I refuse to let fall as Deckard’s words echo in my mind.

Dane has succeeded in painting me as the villain, and Deckard is no better. They’re both despicable, two sides o

of the same coin

swear Dane will pay for every one of them. Maybe not today, maybe not

All the les, the baseless accusations–Eve endured them silently, but I swear tomorrow, but justice will come for him.

Right not, I hate everything. I harbor a burning haired for Deckard that feels as if it might consume me. I’d rather die than trust him again.

This life, this nightmare he’s forced upon me, is not what I want. But I know running away is futile. Last time, I underestimated just how powerful Deckard truly is, but now I understand. The conversation I overheard between Dane and his bria confirmed it–Deckard’s reach extends farther than I could have ever imagined.

There’s no escaping him.

So I’ve made my choice. If he wants me to play the role of his ceremonial Luna, then that’s exactly what I’ll do. But I won’t just play along. (Il–own the role Ill be the Luna he doesn’t deserve, the Luna who will haunt his every step

If I can’t escape this life, I’ll make sure it’s one neither of us will forget.

This is my life now, and I won’t let anyone chase me out of it—not Mary, and certainly not some petty servants who are beneath me.

If I am to become the Luna, then the

they will work for me, and I’ll wield that power however I see fit.

I do not trust anyone. Not Deckard, not the servants, not Bria, and absolutely not Mary. They’re all my enemies now.

I wipe the tears from my face, weeling myself against the whirlwind of emotions. Just then, a knock sounds at the door. It’s Bria.

“Amica, welcome back,” she says, her inne overly sweet “I was worried we’d never see you again. I thought you’d agreed to stay, so tell me why did you run away?”

For a moment, I stay quiet, letting her words hang in the air. My mind drifts to the ceremonial drink the servants gave me. It came from Bria. She, 100, tried to sabotage me, yet here she is, pretending to care, acting as if she’s on my side.

With a sharp, sarcastic tone, I reply, “Oh, I think it might’ve had something to do with a certain ceremonial drink–one you ordered the servants to

Her face flickers with something gunreadable–guilt? confusion! 1 can’t tell, but I’m watching her closely now, every word out of her mouth a potential weapon.

“I don’t know what you heard, amica, but I never ordered the servants to serve you anything” she says. “The ceremonial drink is only served to you by the priest, and it was never served because the ceremony never happened”

At this point, I don’t even know what to believe. I stick to my decision not to trust anyone, so it doesn’t matter if what she’s saying is true or not,

“Hmm, interesting-“I uy

“Look, amica, my only mission here is to make sure you marry our Alpha. I would never do anything to sabotage that,” she insists.

“And why are you on my side? Why do you want that to happen so badly! You don’t even know me, so why do you support me?” I ask, unable to hold back the curiosity that has been nagging at me.

on your side!” she replies, her voice sharp and her expression unyielding. Her serious tone throws me off, leaving i Thore

“Who said I am on yo

confused than ever.

“Lonly came here to tell you that the bonding ceremony is tomorrow night,” she continues, her words clipped and direct. “The Alpha has commanded it. There’s no time to waste anymore. This time, everything will be more secure, and there will be tight security everywhere. You will not eat until the ceremony is over, and even if you do, I am to serve you myself. I will take you to the altar personally. We cannot afford to get it (wrong this time,”

She delivers hier message with an air of finality before I can muster a response, she turns sharply and strides out of the room, leaving behind a silence thick with tension.

My mind races. Wow! Deckard isn‘ playing around. He’s not giving me room to breathe or even think. I just got here, and now the bonding

Chapter 19

ertemony is happening in less than 24 hours.

And Elder What is ster all about? I knew it. I knew she had her own interations.

like everyone else bere.

The next morning. I’m jolted awake by a knock at my door. It creaks open slowly, i

“Good morning. Future Luna Amica,” they say in unison, their voters soft and deferential.

dowly, and two servant step in thei

two servants step in, their heads bowed low

ΓΙ

It takes me a moment to shake off the huur of sleep, Just eventually, I force myself to acknowledge their greeting

“Morning.” I mumble.

“We will be attending to you today and preparing you for the bonding ceremony this evening,” “Fint, we’ll take you for a spa sesakit”

“one of them announces, be

her tone overly cheerful.

“Pack.” I mutter der my breath.