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    Geralt found thoughts racing through his mind as he watched the king rise to his feet. What's he doing? Geralt's jaw dropped slightly, his lips patting, but he had to fight to keep himself silent. Never before had Geralt felt like a small man, but in that moment, he felt no larger than a speckle of dust that crept across the floor. Being unable to stop him, unable to say anything to keep Sassanra safe...

    Keeping his eyes straight forward focusing on the throne in front of him, Geralt pulled his brows together in frustration. The witcher had promised her so long that he protect her... Only shifting his gaze to look back at the king once he spoke, Geralt scoffed and looked over his shoulders.

    Six guards.

    He couldn't help but think about it. Drawing his sword and slicing the king in two, before dropping the soldiers like flies. He could finally hold Sassanra in his arms and they could just run away... That would cause them way too many problems and it wasn't becoming of a witcher to act impulsively, especially out of an emotion, especially out of anger. Geralt would have to play the king's game for now.

    "I will bring you the monster. Tonight." Geralt turned his back on the king, glaring around the room at the cowardly soldiers who bowed their heads to such a childish king. Geralt would never bow his head again. It pained him to leave the throne room, to turn his back and walk out on Sassanra when she sat, littered with markings and bruises. There was nothing he could do now, but he would help her. He promised.

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    Sassanra had felt weak and ashamed pretty much since the day she had promised her hand to the king. She was used to him doing everything in his power to make sure she felt small and she understood her place. It hadn't only taken a few short days before she seemed to come to the understanding the king had wanted.

    She slumped in her seat, tears welling in her eyes as she listened to Geralt converse with her husband. Sassanra hated that she just had to take that with Geralt watching. It was a stark reminder that they would never have what Sassanra had wanted. While she could never be certain, she thought that Geralt would have been kind to her. At the very least, he wouldn't have beaten her the way her husband did. She had always felt so safe with him and yet, with Geralt standing a few feet away from her, Sassanra felt afraid.

    Sassanra hated how torn she was when Geralt left the room. She wanted to call out to him, beg him to stay and to protect her but she knew her place. She couldn't. On the other hand, Sassanra was relieved because Geralt was gone and she didn't need to worry about him reacting to the treatment she dealt with. She sat completely still until her husband left the room without her in tow. It was only when he disappeared completely from view that Sassanra felt brave enough to push to her feet.

    Starting for her chambers, Sassanra was desperate to get to them before she ended up running into Geralt. The very thought had her heart racing for far too many reasons.
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    It was almost as if the queen had thought about running into Geralt, because she knew that was something Geralt would definitely try to do. Being light on his feet and knowing his way around the typical guard, it wasn't hard for him to find his way to her. With the help of his heightened senses, he was able to find her room and be waiting for her just outside of the door.

    "Not really what I had in mind for you." Geralts voice was harsh when he heard the princess enter the hall. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, his eyes shut, still finding it hard to look at her. He couldn't leave the castle without making it clear to her that he wouldn't let this go on.

    Stepping away from the wall, he dropped his arms and finally laid his eyes on the young girl. This was the second time they were meeting, but Sassanra hadn't changed. She was still so broken and Geralt was still so determined to help her. "I know it isn't safe for me to be hear, for you to be speaking with me. I just need you to know that you will be free from his treacherous hands by the morning." Geralt stepped closer to her, reaching out to touch her, his hands brushing over her hair before they fell to her shoulders. "I shouldn't have let this happen..." He whispered under his breath before he pulled his hands away, knowing he shouldn't touch her.

    Now the witcher stepped back, but his eyes were still trained on the queen, counting each individual bruise and cut. He would make the king pay for every single one of them.

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    Even while she was alone, Sassanra made sure to keep her head lowered as she rushed through the halls of the castle. While she wasn't under threat of looking at anyone that she shouldn't, Sassanra found it easier just to do it always. That way she wouldn't somehow break the habit. That just sounded like a nightmare that she didn't want to live in. Rounding the corner of the hallway where her room was, Sassanra didn't even notice Geralt until he spoke up. She jumped, her eyes widening as panic set in. She wanted to rush toward him but she wanted to run as far away from him as she could.

    Sassanra let out a small noise as she stood a few feet away from him, her eyes flicking back and forth around the hallway. She wanted so badly to wrap herself in his arms and she realized at that moment that she would never not care for Geralt. She would always want to have something more. She was only brave enough to look up when Geralt started talking about her freedom. Her eyes found his and she felt shame more and more the longer she watched Geralt's eyes move to count her bruises.

    She swallowed before forcing herself to shake her head just slightly. "You mustn't do anything. This is my place. Father chose him to marry me to and our... our allegiance to my kingdom could suffer," She added. Seh was trying to come up with any reason that Geralt couldn't do something because the only thing she was concerned with was his safety. Sassanra hated the life that she led but she had always known she wouldn't find enjoyment in her life because she wanted something more than what she had.

    "Besides... your safety matters more to me, Geralt," Sassanra added. Her voice was so light that she didn't even know if Geralt would hear her. She straightened as she turned, nodding toward her closed door. "I.. should go," she spoke, louder this time.
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    "Just shut up, Sassanra." Geralt growled, his voice still hushed to a whisper. He began to move back towards the girl, instantly regretting how he barked at her. That was the last thing she needed, the last thing he needed to do was berate her, but he couldn't handle her trying to tell him what to do. Not in this situation. He couldn't peel his eyes away from her body, he didn't see just the bruises. His mind was visualizing her taking every single hit and kick from that coward of a man. Geralt's stomach was turning over on itself and he felt like he could be sick. I was supposed to protect her.

    He reached out and grabbed her hand before she could even think about slipping away into her bedroom. He pulled her tightly against his chest, wanting to make her understand just how serious he was. His hand gently ran through her hair and he focused on the way he could feel her heart beating against him. "I am going to free you from this torment." He looked into her sad eyes, wondering if he would ever be able to forgive himself. "I shouldn't have left you." His grip tightened on her arms, his hands beginning to shake just thinking about letting her go. Geralt knew all of the horrors that could happen in just the few hours that he would be gone hunting the werewolf.

    Freeing her from his grip, he grabbed her hands once more, turning his head towards the door to her room. He could smell the king's scent coming from the room and just the thought of the two sharing a bed had Geralt's face twisting with rage. Dropping Sassanra's hands, he straightened up, hearing footsteps about to be heading towards them. "Keep yourself safe, just for a while longer. I will be back." Geralt looked over his shoulder, hearing the clinking and clanking of soldier's armor, before he turned back around to leave Sassanra with just one more glance before he disappeared down the hall.

    He had hesitated far longer than he should've, in hindsight he knew he shouldn't have went to see her at all. Geralt should've kept his plan to himself, knowing the queen would try to talk him out of it. She had always been more concerned with the witcher's well being than her own, something he still couldn't wrap his mind around. Geralt escaped from the castle without alerting anyone to the fact that he had been roaming around, disappearing into the bustling streets of the kingdom. He would lie low in some musty tavern until night fell over the city.

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    Sassanra froze, her eyes widening as Geralt snapped at her. She took a hurried step backward, already feeling a need to flee because she knew how this went. When men were angry, she suffered. The wounds on her body were proof enough of that. She flinched away from his hand when he started to reach out toward her and she squeezed her eyes shut, mentally preparing herself for what was coming. Or what she thought was coming her way. When all Geralt did was pull her flush against his chest, Sassanra let out a choked sob. She buried her face into his armor, her arms sliding around his waist to secure herself to him. "'m sorry," she mumbled, feeling like she had somehow managed to disappoint him. That broke her heart because she held Geralt in such high regard.

    Her arms tightened when Geralt went to move away and it took a moment before Sassanra could convince herself to let him go. She exhaled slowly, a light blush covering her cheeks as she nodded to his instruction. She didn't need to be told twice by Geralt to stay safe. She had no clue how she was going to manage that because if her husband came searching, Sassanra knew that she wouldn't be able to deny him. Just the thought had her terrified - would she make it through the night if she tried to deny him? She wasn't so sure.

    Sassanra rushed into her room, pressing the door shut just before the guard turned the corner of the hallway. She squeezed her eyes shut as she slumped against the door, trying to calm herself down. She knew that breaking down wouldn't do because if someone came upon her, they would ask questions that she couldn't give them. Just the thought was enough to make her shudder.

    Grabbing a book from the shelf in the room, Sassanra moved to the chair that was outside on the balcony. She sat, deciding to spend as much time by herself as she could manage. She wouldn't get into trouble that way, would she?
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    Geralt roamed the abandoned city streets, only finding his way around in the dark by the light shining from the room. Most everyone was safely locked away inside their homes, so there was no one around to see him making his way back to the castle, with a bloodied werewolf head tied to his waist. The guards stationed outside of the castles gates were quick to draw their swords and step forward to meet him. "I have business with the king," Geralt sneered, pointing to the trophy on his hip.

    The soldiers, looking relieved to see the monster dealt with, lowered their weapons and escorted Geralt inside to foyer, but no further. A royal guard came to greet him, holding out his head for the wolf. "The king is already retired for the night. I'll take the head. Here's your gold." Geralt didn't care to try and continue the conversation. He exchanged the head for the sack of coin, side eyeing all of the soldiers as he turned to take his leave.

    Change of plans... Geralt counted only four guards in the room. He turned back to the royal guard, painting a sign in the air before he spoke allowed, "You think I've taken my leave. Go." The guards all fell expressionless as they all shuffled back to their posts. Sighing to himself, he shoved the coin purse into a pocket before turning down the nearest hallway. He would have to let his senses guide him back to Sassanra's room.

    Drawing nearer to her scent, Geralt found his heart beating slightly faster and his face heating up. A part of him hated the trouble he always seemed to get himself into, but he knew this was a decision he had made. He didn't have to do any of this. He slowed to a stop outside of the queen and king's chambers and found himself hesitating to bust through the door. Was this the right decision? Could Sassanra rule on her own? Cursing under his breath for even questioning himself, Geralt tried to quietly turn the doorknob, hoping the door had been left unlocked. Pushing it open, Geralt crept inside the room, being alerted first by the moving curtains in the open window.

    He searched the room before stopping at the bed, relieved that the guard had been right about the king retiring. The pair were fast asleep, but Sassanra had pulled herself from to edge of the bed, out of the kings reach.

    It didn't make Geralt proud, but the open window gave him an idea. He hurried to the king's side of the bed, hoisting the man up over his shoulder and packing him over to the window ledge. "I wish I could gut you and decorate the halls of your castle with your entrails. You're lucky I have to cover this up." Geralt hissed to the stirring king, before throwing him from the window, watching as his body fell through the air, listening to his screams before his body hit the cold stone ground.

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    Sassanra decided not to go down for supper because she was far too nervous to even have an appetite. She wanted to go in search of Geralt and ask the witcher what his plan was but there was no promise that she would even find him and there was far too much trouble to find out there. It was safer in her room and she would have to leave it at that. If Geralt stayed true to his word, she would be a widow in the morning. And if he didn't, well, she didn't even know what she would do.

    When her husband retired for the evening and they followed the same routine they always did. Sassanra stayed awake even longer than she usually did, wincing at the sound of his snoring that filled the room. She waited for as long as she could bare and she was sure that by the time that she fell asleep, that there was no truth to the promise that Geralt had made. The thought made her heartache but there wasn't anything she could do about it. When she was sure her husband was asleep, Sassanra inched to the other side of the bed and eventually fell asleep.

    Sassanra didn't come to until a scream sounded. She shot up in bed, her eyes wide as she looked around. When she spotted Geralt, she froze. Her eyes were wide as she blinked, knowing that she didn't even have to look to the side to see that the other side of the bed was empty. Sassanra swallowed thickly, wondering exactly how she was supposed to react. Did she scream and shot about Geralt? Absolutely not. That was something she could never live with herself for doing.

    "Go! I'll give you a few minutes before I shout for help. I-I'll.. I'll say he must have slipped and fallen. But you can't be here when the guards come," Sassanra was talking a mile a minute, faster than she could think. "You can.. come back later. If you want," she added after a moment of hesitation.
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    Geralt stood at the window, peering down at the lifeless body of the king, watching as the blood pooled around him. He slightly turned his head towards the bed when he heard Sassanra moving. Geralt still felt so angry, unable to rip his eyes away from the scene below him. The king deserved a much harsher death, but Geralt knew he couldn't leave any evidence to tie him to the murder. He still stayed standing like a statue until Sassanra began to speak, desperately reminding him that needed to leave.

    Finally stepping away from the window, he moved closer to the princess, before coming to sit next to her on the bed. Geralt raised his hand to push back a strand of hair from her face. Staring into her eyes for a moment, he waited for her to finish speaking before he pressed his lips to hers. He hadn't heard a word she had said, instead all he had been thinking about was this moment. In that second, he didn't care about his logic of the situation, how a witcher shouldn't be kissing a queen, specifically after throwing her husband from a window. He knew he didn't have long, but he found his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her closer into his embrace. Pulling away finally, he breathed out gently as he rested his head against her forehead.

    "I will be back later." He spoke assertively, wanting her to know he didn't need an invitation to come back.

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    Sassanra stiffened when Geralt moved to sit beside her. She pulled up her legs to give him space, watching him seemingly all but ignore her and that was stressing her out even worse. She knew what would happen if the guards caught Geralt in her room - he would be accused of murdering her husband and she would be the one that would have to call for his punishment. But could she even do that when he had been the one that had saved her life several times? He was the sole reason she was free of her husband’s iron clad grip. She couldn’t possibly sentence Geralt to death. When all she wanted was to - before she could even finish thinking, the very thing that she had always wanted happened.

    Sassanra let out a sharp gasp when he kissed her, her fingers grasping at his armour in any way that she could. Her eyes fluttered shut and for a moment, Sassanra wanted to cry with relief because she was realizing everything that she didn’t have. That she could have, if only her life had been different from the beginning.

    When Geralt pulled away from her, Sassanra was gasping for air despite how gentle the kiss had been. It had conveyed all of the emotions that neither of them had ever been able to speak of and that was what had her heart still racing. She pressed herself as close to him as she could, a light blush covering her cheeks. She couldn’t help but wonder how awful of a person she must be. Kissing the Witcher that had killed her husband, only moments after he’d committed treason.

    “You heard about.. what happened. Y’wanted to offer your services to the Queen to ensure she was safe. Understand?” Sassanra’s voice took on an edge that she had never spoken with. She realized belatedly that she was now the ruling monarch of her kingdom. With no heir, the throne was her. She had to make decisions, even if she wasn’t necessarily ready to.

    She buried her face against his neck, inhaling sharply. Geralt’s arm against her side was pressing against the bruise that had formed from her husband kicking her side the night before but she couldn’t seem to care. At least Geralt was here and he was safe and she was safe. They could get through this. “Tomorrow or the next day. You won’t have to worry about coin. I promise.”
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    Geralt looked down at Sassanra as she pressed herself into his side, speaking like now she would take care of him. He breathed in deeply, bringing his arm around to hug her tight to his side. "I will be back, my queen." The guilt he was feeling was still fresh, Geralt felt like he owed Sassanra more than he could ever deliver. It felt like the need to protect her had been ingrained in his very being and knowing that he had failed her... It was almost unbearable.

    Tilting his head down, he pressed his lips against the top of her head, letting his fingers run through strands of her hair. "I must go." He breathed out against her hair before he pulled away and stood up from the bed. Voices could already be heard outside of the window, first mumblings but then shouts, guards yelling for help immediately. The witcher was out of time, he could do no more lingering. He had to find peace in the fact that now Sassanra was free from her abuser, the king was dead. There was no one around to hurt anymore.

    Dropping her hand back to her side, Geralt made his way to the door, not allowing himself to look back as he disappeared into the darkness. That kiss had been overwhelming, much more than he could've imagined. It had been almost impossible to break himself away and he had feared that if he glanced back, he wouldn't have been able to leave her side. The urge to climb into her bed and show her how love was truly supposed to feel... Like you even know, Geralt berated himself, shaking the inappropriate thoughts from his head as he escaped the castle.

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    Sassanra could only imagine what some people may say about the position she found herself in at the moment. How they would react. But she couldn't bring herself to care because she had longed to feel his lips against hers for so long that when Geralt stood, she nearly reached out to stop him. But the shouts from outside were enough of a reminder to her that they had no choice but to part for now. Her smile grew just slightly as she thought about the way Geralt had called her his queen. Her heart fluttered in a way that it hadn't in so long. "Don't keep your queen waiting for too long, Geralt," Sassanra called in a low voice, biting down on the inside of her lip.
    Sassanra was still completely lost with what she was supposed to do. Well, she did. She was supposed to rule and be a guide to them when they had just lost their king through a tragic accident. The story she had told was that she had been completely asleep and that she had no idea what could have happened. Anyone's best bet was that the king had fallen to an early end. A tragic death, Sassanra had to pretend to mourn. The dress she wore was black, covered in intricate lace, as she sat in her late husband's throne.

    It was only two days after his death and while they prepared his body for burial as best as they could, Sassanra was welcoming anyone who came to over their condolences. Some tried to offer gifts and Sassanra was quick to turn those away because as she said, she appreciated the thought but her people needed everything that they could have in such a trying time. Sassanra bit back a sigh as she watched the next person leave - she longed to be past this because she couldn't stomach mourning such a monster of a man for much longer at all.
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    The night of the tragic accident Geralt had not only escaped the castle, but had also left the kingdom entirely. He felt it was the safest decision, but he hadn't roamed far. Stopping in a nearby village, he bought a room in the inn for a couple of nights, lying low until he was ready to return to Sassanra. He believed it would look better if he was spotted returning through the kingdom's gates, rather than just sleeping around in the taverns in the city.

    The witcher waited three days before he rode his trusty stallion back to Sassanra's kingdom. Emotions seemed mixed upon the civilians. Geralt heard guards and some of the shop keeps complaining about his death and how now they were ruled by a kingdom, but most of the pedestrians he passed in the streets seemed hopeful of the new ruler. He was glad to see she at least seemed popular among her people.

    Geralt left Roach at the nearest stable, hopping off of his steed, his long black cloak sweeping the ground behind him. The hood fell from his head and he headed into the castle, glaring at the soldiers who seemed to tense as he walked by. Entering the great hall, he eyed the queen at the opposite end of the room, speaking to a woman and her husband who were no doubt there to express their sympathies. He hated how she was dressed, all in black, tears in her eyes as if she was upset over his passing. Geralt had to repeatedly tell himself it was only to keep up an image.

    Moving to the left of the room, he leaned up against one of the pillars, keeping himself off to the side. Even if he knew he was welcome under Sassanra's reign, he still didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to himself.

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    Sassanra found herself wanting nothing more than to have Geralt comfort her. it wasn't that she was mourning, in fact that was the last thing on her mind. She was doing a good job of pretending that she was because she knew what her people needed and she wanted to provide as much as she possibly. She was an inexperienced Queen, to say the least, but she was trying her damnedest to think of her people. She never wanted them to worry or fear anything while she ruled them. She never wanted any of them to worry about the things she had suffered through.

    But the longer the days went on and Geralt wasn't here, Sassanra started to wonder if he was going to ever return. Or had he decided that it probably wasn't the best idea? She couldn't even say she would have blamed him. Sassanra's bruises were fading, healing since she was able to live without fear of more.

    She pushed from her throne, moving forward to hug the woman who stood before her. Sassanra gave a weak smile, thanking the couple repeatedly. She told them to remember that if they needed anything, anything at all, Sassanra would always be open to hearing their troubles. She would help wherever she could.

    Her gaze lifted from the couple as they started to walk away and when she spotted a certain white-haired witcher standing off to the side, Sassanra had to fight back the urge to smile. To run up to him and wrap him in her arms. But she couldn't. That wouldn't look good to the people in the room and it would only cause rumors to circulate. Ones that she didn't want or need when she was just trying to learn how to rule properly.

    It was only when the people stopped trickling in that Sassanra allowed herself to wave over one of the servants, asking for a small meal to be prepared for herself and a guest. She thought it was okay to welcome Geralt now because it had been hours since she last ate and a witcher's presence was never taken all that lightly in a castle. Sassanra started for the grand doors, having to bite the inside of her lip to keep from smiling when she paused in front of him.

    "Witcher. I am quite famished and I figure if you're here, you must have a business so I'll hear it over a meal," Sassanra spoke, her voice light and airy despite the way her shoulders sagged and she looked to be upset. Her eyes drifted to Geralt for a moment before she turned, heading out of the room and to the feast hall that was only just a room away.
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    Geralt stood up straight, pushing himself away from the pillar he had been leaning on when Sassanra came to address him. The witcher had had his eyes trained on the queen, watching as she addressed her subjects and did everything she could to comfort them. All of the citizens he had seen that day seemed pleased with their new reigning monarch. Sassanra had changed so much since he had first met her and he was proud of the queen she was becoming. Though she had faced one hardship after the next, Sassanra had came a long way from the sickly, timid princess Geralt had met years ago.

    Straightening his shoulders when the queen noticed him, Geralt crossed his arms over his shoulder and bowed his head as she walked towards him. A playful smirk played at the corners of his mouth when she spoke to him, nodding his head to her in respect. "Lead the way," he followed Sassanra out of the throne room towards the feast hall. "How have things been? Has it been an easy transition?" He expected there to be some rejections to her taking the throne from some of her court members, but other than harsh words he hoped it hadn't been a hassle. "How are you?"

    The witcher hadn't even stopped to consider that Sassanra might be grieving over her husband. How long had she been married to him? Some part of her might have grown attached to that monster, might be mourning over her loss and sick with anxiety about her new future. This whole time he had just been consumed with ridding the beast from her life, and he didn't regret that for a moment. His eyes roamed over her body as they entered the hall, his gaze lingering on the fading bruises. He started to reach his hand out, almost going to grab the queen's hand, but he quickly pulled it back, looking around the room at the stationed guards. Moving to follow her at her side, he glanced towards her, admiring her soft beauty. "I missed you," he kept his voice barely above a whisper as they sat down at the table.

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    Sassanra had to fight the urge to roll her eyes when Geralt bowed his head slightly. .She had never cared for such acts of respect, even when she had been back in her home country. She saw no reason for it because while she was a princess then and a Queen now, she was still just as human as her subjects. Biting her tongue to keep from making a sarcastic remark, Sassanra could only shrug at Geralt’s question. Truth be told, she wasn’t really sure how she was feeling at all. How this all was going to go over because Sassanra had faced both support and not so nice comments in her few short days as a reigning monarch, Sassanra had no clue. She had faith in herself but she had never been meant to lead, simply to rule by a king’s side. Now that she was given so much more, Sassanra hoped that she proved a good fit as Queen. She hoped that she pleased her people and could properly take care of them.

    “I... I cannot say. I think we are all still reeling from the king’s accident. We’ve only just set to bury him tomorrow. After that, after the mourning period is over, I think it will be harder. More people will begin to question my abilities. As some already have,” Sassanra said with a one sided shrug of her shoulders. She could hear their snide remarks in the back of her mind and she could only hope that she wouldn’t somehow prove them to be right. That was the last thing that she wanted to do.

    Sassanra sighed as she lowered herself into her seat, tilting her head to the side. It was only when the servants stepped into the kitchen to gather two goblets for them that Sassanra relaxed fully, a smile flashing to her features. It was gone nearly as quick as it had appeared. “I am just.. at a loss. I hope that I can rule well. Father should be arriving early tomorrow, to pay his respects during the funeral,” she commented, her face scrunching a bit. “Can you.. do you think that you could stay back, until after he’s gone? Just in case...” she trailed off. She didn’t think she needed to say why, Geralt would surely be able to figure out why she was so hesitant to have her father close again.

    “I missed you more than I should admit,” Sassanra commented, leaning toward Geralt. She kept her voice lowered but she knew that voices always seemed to travel in these halls. “All the more reason for you to stay until Father departs. After that..” she trailed off, her face scrunching as if the idea of him leaving her was unpleasant. “After that, who knows.”
    February 11th, 2020 at 09:50pm