The witcher's words had the princess freezing in her tracks and the only way to combat the fluttering feeling her stomach was to leave him. Forcing her feet to leave the spot they found themselves glued in, Fiona turned her back on Geralt and left the tavern, returning to the castle with only mere minutes to spare before the maids came knocking at her door.
While she was being washed and her hair was being brushed violently and twisted into a braided updo, she could close her eyes and hear his words as if he was there by her side, whispering in her ear.
"...while I'm not around to protect you..." The princess knew it was a stupid thought to linger on, knowing the witcher had just been speaking, most likely with no real substance backing up his words. That wasn't to say she didn't think he would help her if he saw her in trouble, but she doubted he would truly be upset if something happened to her while he wasn't around.
The wait seemed to drag on forever, the princess just hidden away in her bedroom waiting for the event to begin. Fiona hated the baby pink
gown the more she stared at it, the more she fidgeted with the lace and tulle and golden beads that decorated it. The color made her sick to her stomach and when she looked up into her vanity, seeing just how perfect of a princess she seemed to be, the sickness grew worse. Fiona knew how the prince would think of her tonight, and it wouldn't as her own person, but as a potential bride, a potential child factory.
She was forced from her thoughts when she heard the bells ringing out through the kingdom, signaling the beginning of the ball. Rising to her feet, she left her room to meet her father at the top of the grand staircase, looking down to the ballroom where a sea of people waited to see her, all dressed in their best. It looked like a sea of colors, brights, darks, pastels.... Her eyes shifted to the bottom step of the staircase, seeing the prince of Temeria waiting patiently for her to descend down to him. "Father, why-" but the king refused to let her even get the sentence out, before he took his daughter by the arm and began leading her down the stairs.
"Don't think I don't know about you sneaking out earlier this morning, be on your best behavior tonight and I will forget about it." He spoke with a solid, stern voice. Dropping her gaze to her feet, she dreaded when they made it down the stairs and her father passed her off to the prince. She curtsied for him, feeling sick as she saw the look of lust behind his dull, green eyes. The prince wasn't unattractive, but knowing his motives was enough to instantly turn her off of him. She would be turned off from any prince who graced her home looking for her had in marriage.
It wasn't until the clock chimed, signaling midnight that the princess forced herself away from the prince. She had attempted multiple times throughout the night to dismiss herself from his side, but he had forced her to stay, tightening his arms around her waist, or gripping her arm more forcefully. She pried her hands away from him, this time though, muttering something about needing her beauty sleep, and perhaps she would see him tomorrow. Giving the prince no time to complain or object, she hiked up her dress and hurried up the stairs back to her room.
Once hidden behind the doors, she wasted no time changing into
something much more freeing and simple, her hair still
braided up, though they were beginning to loosen and strands were starting to fall around her face. She lingered in her room after changing out of the hideous pink dress, standing still in front of the open window of her room that looked over the kingdom. A doubt had popped into her mind and she wondered if Geralt was still waiting for her, or if he had left. She hoped he was still somewhere down there, in the many winding streets of the kingdom, drinking himself away in the tavern she had left him in.
Tossing on her black cloak, she slipped out a hidden exit in her room, knowing it would be simple to leave out the front gates of the castle tonight. The princess hid herself among the leaving guests, disappearing out of the castle without causing any suspicion.
@ castle.