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.
@ castle.
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.
@ castle.
February 2nd, 2020 at 06:39am