Game of Thrones (Amica and Deckard) novel Chapter 90

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Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Amica

The way Deckard handles the news and shifts everything is incredible. I’ve searched online and watched the reports on TV and just like that, the conversation has changed–from people spreading nasty rumors about me to everyone chasing a $1

million reward.

I still can’t believe that Deckard i

s willing to put up that kind of money just to find the man who hurt me.

Sometimes, when I sit and watch Deckard, I see a man who would do anything to protect me.

Time and time again, he proves he is my protector, even when we have our ups and downs.

There’s something about the way he shields me that keeps me tethered to him, makes me think about him constantly. I don’t know what this feeling is

Even before the wedding, I felt a strange excitement about marrying him. This man, who promised to make my life a living hell–yet I found myself looking forward to the fire he swore to drag me through.

He has been so caring and kind, always making sure I’m okay and checking on me from time to time.

His masculinity, mixed with such delicate care, is intoxicating

I know I lost a baby, but I was never truly excited about the pregnancy. Yet, seeing how deeply he cares, how much it hurts. him, and how he still tries to stay strong–it tells me he would have been an amazing father.

I can feel myself falling for this man, and I shouldn’t. No, I can’t. This has to be some sort of Stockholm syndrome. Or maybe protector syndrome?

I was in the guyden, taking in the fresh air, when Deckard approached me. He stood over me as I lay on piercing gale sweeping over my body from head to toe.

the

grass,

his

“Ges up, Amica. We’re going out,” he says.

“What? Where?”

“Let’s go out. You’ve been locked up in these walls for too long. Cet up

Without waiting for my response, he turns and walks away.

I begin to wonder what kind of outing he’s talking about

Getting up, I head into our room to change while he waits for me.

“Where are we going? I need to know what kind of clothes to wear,” I say, turning to him

“Something light, Amica. Something that fits the weather,” he replies, his voice calm but firm,

I don’t press further. Instead, I start pulling out dresses from the closet–ones I’ve never even tried on before,

The first thing I find is a black dress with dearls design and I hold it up, examining it in any mind.

“No, not that,” he says.

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I pause, my eyes lighting up. So, he suddenly has an opinion on what I wear? Interesting. But I don’t want to ruin the moment, so I keep going.

I pull out an evening gown next.

“Oh, hell no,” he says immediately.

I giggle, enjoying his reaction. Amused, I decide to push it further, pulling out the most ridiculous outfits I can find–dresses that don’t even match the occasion he’s vaguely described.

Oh, Amica, we don’t have all day!” he says, striding toward the walk–in closet. He pulls out a sundress himself and places it in my hands.

“I’m waiting by the car,” he adds before walking out.

I quickly fix my hair and face, then follow him outside.

The ride is silent at first. I reach over and turn on the radio, but be switches it off immediately

“Why?” I ask

“Because I want to hear you,” he says.

“I’m not saying anything.” I reply, rolling my eyes.

“Your silence is loud enough for me, Amica. Your breathing, your thoughts,I need to protect you in any way i can.

The things you wish to say but never do, the things you keep buried deep inside–I am not letting that sound go.”

I don’t even understand what he means, but the depth of his voice makes everything sound intoxicating.

After a while we finally arrive.. at the beach.

I didn’t expect this.

Deckard isn’t the kind of man I associate with soft, peaceful places, yet here we are.

Without a word, he takes my hand, leading me toward the water. The view is breathtaking, the waves stretching endlessly before us.

And still, he doesn’t let go of my hand.

It was already evening, and the sun is setting, painting the sky in orange and pink. Deckard and I held hands as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders in what could only be described as a romantic gesture.

We sipped on coconut cocktails, watching the waves roll in. For the first time in a long while, I felt like I tady belonged.