Game of Thrones (Amica and Deckard) novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77

region. I gasp, my hands instinctively moving to chitch

my

stomach.

The pain worsens, sharp and relentless, and I can’t help but bend forward, my body betraying me.

“Hey! Keep a firm position! Why

are you bending that way!” one of the rogues harks, his tone more annoyed than concerned

I cry out, unable to stop myself.

The scar–faced man’s expression shihs instantly, anger flashing across his face as he rises from his chair. “Is she in paint What’s wrong with her?” he demands, his voice sharp and commanding

“What the hell did you idiots do to her?” he rean, glaring at the rogues around him. “You had one job–transport her safely to this place. How is that so hard?”

Panic spreads among the rogues, their smig attitudes replaced by restlessness. “We’ll get a healer immediately!” one of them shouts, rushing toward the exit.

I can hear their frantic whispers and worried movements, but the pain consumes me, blurring everything else.

Something warm trickles down my thighs, but I ignore it, too consumed by the sharp, unbeamble pain tearing through me. My knees buckle, and before I know it, I’m on the floor, clutching my abdomen, groaning and crying.

“Wait…is that blood?” the scar–faced man suddenly yells, his voice echoing across the room.

seddenly I hear his heavy footsteps walkinf foward, i dont know if he is coming towards me.

One of the rogues began trembling in fear.

“I didn’t touch her. Alphat She didn’t leave the cart It is the truth Alphaf His says with fear

“Then explain to me how the hell this happened the scar–faced man roars

Before I can comprehend what’s happening. I hear a sickening snap and the unmistakable sound of flesh tearing fills the room. The rogue’s pleading voice falls silent.

I sob uncontrollably, the pain in my body now the fear of the unknown especially after bearing that.

What is happening to mel

“Get me a healer!” the scar–faced man roars again, “And you—help her!”

I feel hands under me, lifting me effortlessly off the ground. My vision blurs as tears stream down my face. I’m carried out of the room and into another room in the building

The person lays me gently on a bed, and I feel the coolness of the sheets beneath me. My once–cherished wedding gown now feels suffocating. I grab at it weakly, my fingers clawing at the fabric.

I just want it off

The pain doesn’t stop, and neither does my crying. What is happening to me!

The Scar–faced man follows us into the room, his imposing figure filling the space. As I groan in pain, holding my stomach, I catch a glimpse of him towering above me.

“Please, help me!” beg

He looks down at inc, with no pity in his eyes.

“I’m no doctor. You’ll have to endure the pain until the healer gets here,” he says,

But The ache intensifies, and tears spill from my eyes.

“Okay, please.” I plead, “can you help me take off this gown? It’s so uncomfortable!” i beg

His brows arch. “Hey, I just met you today. Not even an hour has passed, and you already want me to take off your clothest Women are wild these days!”

Despite his mocking tone, he steps closer, clearly debating whether to help. I turn my back to him, exposing the complicated laces and ropes holding the gown

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This is so confusing!” he grumbles, pulling at the knots and strings in frustration. I’m not familiar with this sort of clothing would you mind if just ripped it off?” His says irritatabely