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samstree · 9 months

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“Isn’t it beautiful?” Jaskier asks in wonder, the golden sunset casting long shadows behind them.

They sit side by side on the beach, toes buried in the sand. There is no one else on the coast for miles, only the two of them. They could be the only two people in the world.

It’d be enough, Geralt realizes.

He looks back at Jaskier, turning away from the sunset. Jaskier wears happiness well, his cheeks round with a smile, eyes flowing with warmth. It’s a state rarely shown around anyone else. A bard performs to an audience, but never to Geralt, never when it’s just the two of them.

“Yeah,” Geralt whispers, “it is.”

Jaskier meets his gaze, the crinkling around his eyes deepening. He looks at Geralt like this, like he’s seeing his favorite person in the world, the one that makes it all better.

“Don’t be cheeky, witcher,” Jaskier says, putting his chin on Geralt’s shoulder. “You are supposed to be watching the sunset.”

“Rather watch something else.”

“I’m not going anywhere, you know?” Jaskier’s grin stretches. He pokes Geralt’s cheek so he turns his attention back to the sight in front of them. “But this is fleeting.”

“Hmm.”

The sun dips into the horizon, where the crashing waves blend into the sky, the clouds painted with an upturned palette.

“Close your eyes,” Jaskier says softly, “just for a moment. Go on.”

And Geralt does. He lets the sun kiss his eyelids.

Jaskier sighs happily, leaning against Geralt’s shoulder. “The sun will set today. Tomorrow it shall rise again, but never the same. This moment isn’t meant to last, and for the rest of our lives, we can only live with the knowledge that this sunset has been lost.” He pauses, breathing in, and out. “Keep your eyes closed for me, dear, because right now, it’s like you are already living it. You’ve already lost this sunset. It only exists in your memories now, and yet…”

“And yet?”

Geralt nearly melts into Jaskier’s voice.

“And yet,” Jaskier continues. “Open your eyes.”

Geralt opens his eyes, and the incandescent light spills into his vision, nearly blinding him. His breath catches at the beauty of the same sunset.

“Oh.”

“Oh,” Jaskier agrees. “Just like that, you’ve briefly experienced the joy of finding something that is long lost.”

They sit in silence until the sun completely disappears, the golden orange fading into a blue canvas, illuminated by the stars.

There are tears in Geralt’s eyes. He blinks them away before turning towards Jaskier again. The stars are in his eyes too.

“It’s lost anyway,” Geralt says, chest heavy with a grief he cannot name.

“Not the same.” Jaskier shakes his head. “You found it once. It will always be with you, right here.”

When Jaskier presses a hand on Geralt’s chest, his touch is warm, like the sunset lingering in Geralt’s heart.

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Brokilon forest is quiet when Geralt wakes up from the pain, his back covered in cold sweat.

The aches flare up at night, deep in his bones, when the air is cold and the dew is heavy. There are wounds magic cannot heal, like Yen said. He groans against the discomfort, breaths coming out erratic.

“Hey, Geralt. It’s alright.” Jaskier is next to him in an instant. “You are alright.”

Cool fingers brush away the hair on his forehead soothingly. Jaskier sits beside the bed with soft words and gentle touches, his presence steady and calming as Geralt slowly breathes through the throbbing pain.

“Jask—” he reaches out, catching Jaskier’s hand in his. “I’m fine.”

“I know. I know. All healed, as you claim.” Worry still strains Jaskier’s voice. “I’m not quite convinced. Are you sure we shouldn’t stay for a few days more? Just a bit longer.”

Geralt pulls himself up on the bed with Jaskier’s help, leaning against the bark and the leaves. He winces at the way his knee pops.

“We need to leave tomorrow,” Geralt says, his brow still tight.

Jaskier looks away, but Geralt can make out the hesitation in his movement, in the way he seems to want to say something, but thinks better of it.

“Of course,” he says, in the end.

Geralt stays there, waiting for the pain to fade. It doesn’t for a long time.

“Jask,” he asks tiredly, tugging Jaskier’s hand, “will you come here?”

Jaskier doesn’t move. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Just… let me look at you.”

Geralt moves to the side, leaving room for Jaskier to sit side by side with him. He opens his arms when Jaskier carefully climbs into bed, curling into his side. Something clicks into place when Jaskier fits into his body like this. Too many things are going wrong, but this…

This is right.

“Hey,” Jaskier says softly. He guides Geralt to look at him with a hand on his cheek, eyes bright like the fireflies in the forest. “I’m here.”

Geralt closes his eyes, resting his forehead against Jaskier’s. There’s too much lost in too little time. He doesn’t dare to think about losing Jaskier too, the last person by his side. He shudders to imagine being here alone, injured and dying, with no gentle hands holding him.

But Jaskier is here, with his lute and his songs, his unconditional loyalty. Jaskier found him.

Geralt opens his eyes with an exhale.

“You are here,” he says. “You found me.”

In the moonlight, under the canopy of the forest, Jaskier lets Geralt rest on his shoulder, a smile under his breath.

“I always will,” he whispers the promise. “I won’t lose you, Geralt, not too often, not for long. You see, I found you once, all those years ago in that terrible tavern. I’ve kept you with me since, right here.”

He takes Geralt’s hand and presses it over his fast-beating heart. A human’s heart, fragile and breakable, but unbelievably strong at the same time.

Geralt is tired. All he feels is the rhythm of Jaskier’s heart under his fingertips.

He sleeps with Jaskier next to him, the last piece of his home, murmuring soft things to ward off the faint echoing of his injuries.

They sleep in the quiet forest, when their family is out there somewhere.

Tomorrow, the sun will rise, but never the same. Because tomorrow, Geralt will find the rest of their family too.

#geraskier #geraskier fic #post season 3 #the witcher spoilers #the witcher s3 #s3 spoilers #witcher spoilers

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hanzajesthanza · 2 months

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since i had to film a short part of this video in a forest at dusk (you’ll see) i got bitten by mosquitoes while i was out there and am just now remembering it as the bites are starting to show.

but now i’m thinking about the company of fish soup riding through the marshy jaruga riverside, for whom mosquitos were also a problem…

and how annoyed they must have been.

how geralt would hiss in annoyance, still not quite accustomed to it from his month’s stay in brokilon, while dandelion must have moaned and complained in excess.

while milva begrudgingly swats, but just sighs (as a forest hunter, she’s used to it).

and cahir, internally despising the flies, but wanting to look mature to try to gain geralt’s respect, so biting his tongue to keep from whinging about these stupid northern flies of the yarra.

#f: a hansa’s a hansa #the witcher books #the elbow-high diaries

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wolvesandfoxes25 · 10 months

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SPOILERS! DON'T LOOK BELOW IF YOU DON'T WANNA BE SPOILED!

Jaskier getting through the Dryads of Brokilon forest to get to an injured Geralt. ❤️❤️

(He's singing them a song.)

#geraskier #geralt and jaskier #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #spoilers!!!#beware spoilers #injury #the witcher season three #the witcher season 3

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ladycibia · 2 years

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LadyCibia I absolutely adore all your chibi art, especially your chibi Witcher series! Your recent art with the book versions of the characters made me so happy because the Witcher books have less of a fandom online than the Netflix show and the games so I love when people make art/meta/fic, etc. about them. What were your favorite scenes/parts of the books?

What a lovely message, thank you very much!! ; v ; 💛💛💛 I'm so happy you're enjoying them! Let me offer you a silly doodle inspired by my favourite short story and then I'll answer your question under the cut X3

The first thing that came to my mind after reading your question was Dandelion charming his way into Brokilon Forest to find Geralt, so of course there's that. Then, if we're talking about the main plot (so from Blood of Elves to Lady of the Lake), my favourite scenes are basically all the ones featuring Geralt's hansa, ahah! But if I had to pick one, the fish soup chapter is probably my favourite. I'd also like to mention Dandelion and Yennefer's short exchange at the beginning of Blood of Elves (if I remember correctly?) and Ciri's training in Kaer Morhen, which, unfortunately, it's one of the reasons The Witcher Season 2 was a disappointment to me ;;

Main plot aside, I really appreciate short stories and "Monster of the Week" episodes, so I had a great time reading the first two books (especially because I love fairy tales and their twisted versions...despite the fact that some of them are already quite twisted on their own) and I really enjoyed Season of Storms! As you can see, my favourite short story is A Little Sacrifice, its ending always gets me (but I could read and re-read them all again and again without getting tired). I've recently bought the comic book adaptation of A Grain of Truth and I really hope more short stories will get adapted in the future!

#I didn't want to bore people so I remained quite vague but thank you so much for your question!! ;v; <3 #jaskier #jaskier dandelion #essi daven #geralt of rivia #dandelion #a little sacrifice #the witcher #the witcher books #the witcher fanart #do you recognize their outfits :)))))#chibi witchers saga #cibiart #mine:witcher

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bardcore-jaskier · 1 year

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♡My immortal Jaskier headcanons♡

So here are my headcanons, because I refuse to believe that our ball of sunshine has an expiration date...

So, I know Lauren said that Jaskier not aging in the show was just a filming mistake, something they simply forgot to do and on a completely logical level I am fully aware that in canon Jaskier is completely human, 100%. And I also know that they're not gonna change it, no matter how much some of us may wish they did (Although why not? They already strayed so far from the books and made so many changes, might as well go the extra mile)

Realistic-ish headcanons:

- Jaskier is part elf, perhaps quarter elf like Yennefer, it is an entirely justifiable headcanon, theoretically, Jaskier's human father could have married a half elf commoner woman (who may or may not have had the pointy tips on her ears cut off with a knife to avoid human prejudice)

- Jaskier has a fae ancestor, somewhere many many generations back in his ancestry, so his entire family is suspiciously long lived but nobody cares because Lettenhove isn't politically important and therefore doesn't catch the attention of the prejudiced Nobles farther up the royal court chain.

- Jaskier unintentionally drinks the same elixir mages/sorcerers drink to prolong their life. I read that chaos wielders don't have naturally long lifespans, they semi-regularly drink an elixir with mandrake roots in it to slow the aging process. According to Witcher Wiki, you can only buy mandrake root in Lindenvale and my headcanon is that Jaskier experiments with many different tea blends to see which one is more effective for soothing his throat after singing. So at the age of 29-30, he wanders into Lindenvale and buys some dried mandrake to make a tea, after one sip he felt more rejuvenated than ever and since that day, mandrake root tea has become his number one go-to, he drinks it as often as he can.

More fanfic centric, less canon possible headcanons:

- Jaskier is a Dryad. (Yayyy trans Jaskier headcanon) Since Lettenhove is so tiny, it isn't even on the Witcher continent map, but a simple Google search says that it is Located somewhere in Kerack. Kerack borders with Brokilon, so it's kind of a nifty little loophole for fanfic writers to use and place Lettenhove somewhere near the forests where Dryads live.

And while most Dryads treat any man that enters their realm as a mere sperm donor, Witcher Wiki does also mention that some Dryads can form emotional relationships and fall in love with humans and/or elves, but in the end, all Dryad born offspring is AFAB. So imagine this, Jaskier's father falls in love with a Dryad, she falls in love with him, they have Jaskier, Jaskier notices early on that he feels like a boy and his rich Viscount father hires a mage to help Jaskier transition early.

- Jaskier is a higher vampire, higher vampires are a HIGHLY secretive society, even in canon, part of the reason why even Witchers have so little information about them is because they prefer to hide in plain sight and are ridiculously good at it. Jaskier doesn't age, has no self-preservation instincts, doesn't buy a horse and yet still keeps up with Geralt on foot for 20 years. Jaskier's personality isn't fake, he doesn't act like someone else, it's all him, but his clumsiness is a little bit of an act, he also purposefully avoids physical fights, it comes across as fear of getting hurt but in reality it's because he's afraid of appearing too strong and exposing himself. Lettenhove doesn't appear on maps, because it doesn't exist legally, it's just a castle hidden in the woods, a safe place for higher vampires, kinda like Kaer Morhen is for Witchers, Jaskier's parents just happen to be the ones who run it.

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spaceisinfinite-writes · 11 months

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I'm loving the new Jaskier song, but I've been sent down a rabbit hole and have an unnerving prediction for season 3, from a writer's perspective.

The new 'Ride Witcher Ride" song feels to me not only like a type of spell (possibly a resurrection spell?), but also like an encouragement by Jaskier to Geralt to get back on his feet and get Ciri back from the Evil Forces using his friends and family he doesn't want to admit he has.

My theory is that they're going to do a lose all hope situation here, where Ciri is captured and Yen is somehow incapacitated, and Geralt "killed."

Jaskier, of course, escapes or gets Geralt's "dead" body out of the danger and to safety, but because of his experiences with magic and Destiny (See Blood Origins), he knows that Geralt is going to come back and get Ciri. There's really no other outcome for him. It might even be that Yen and the inhabitants of Brokilon Forest will be responsible for bringing Geralt back from wherever his soul is trapped, and Jaskier will probably be there to help fill him in and then help him on his journey as he has been. Keep in mind that bards are the original historians, sharing crucial information through stories, poetry, and song (and Joey Batey absolutely kills this role).

My question is: Are they going to "kill" off Geralt as we know him (Henry Cavil) during season 3, so that when he is resurrected, they can explain his change in looks as new Geralt (Liam Hemsworth)?

They're going to use this resurrection to somehow explain a slow change in his appearance? Almost like something is slightly off but you can't tell (thanks to the magic that is makeup and special effects).

While I'm generally displeased with Netflix's treatment of Jaskier, I do feel this will be a brilliant way to play off the change in Geralt's actor because even with makeup and tech, there's going to be a noticeable change. Also, it's an interesting way for them to include Jaskier here, not only because he is important to the storyline, but also because of the love fans have for him. So I'm curious to see how they deal with this as a writer.

#witcher #the witcher #netflix witcher #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #yennefer #cirilla #cirilla fiona elen riannon #julian alfred pankratz #headcannons #season 3 predictions #the witcher 3 #joey batey #henry cavill #liam hemsworth

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merlot-and-chardonnay · 4 months

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A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: Chapter 21

Chapter 20.5

"Geralt!"

Tears in your eyes, choking back a sob, hoping beyond hope that this was not a dream, you run to the witcher, pulling him for a crushing embrace.

Geralt grunts, like he was in pain, making you loosen your hold on him.

"Easy, dove, easy," he says, "still not...fully recovered it."

"Sorry," you say, pulling back, not fighting the tears that spilled forth, "It's just...I've missed you Geralt, I've missed you so much. I...I've waiting for you for so long, I had given hope, I...Geralt, it's been years, why didn't you come for me sooner?"

"I tried, love, I really did," Geralt softly insists, "I...I did everything I could to get here, but so much has happened since last you were on the Continent and..."

"Jaskier told me," you say. "Jaskier's here?" "Yeah," you nod, "He made it here before you did. He told me what happened...on Thanedd. Well not exactly, he didn't give me all the details, surprising as that is. He said you got hurt, badly. And then I heard you were sighted in the North of Westeros, I was about to assume the worse."

Geralt nods, "I first tried to find a ship that could take me here," he explains, "but none would travel that route, something about pirates in this place called the Stepstones. So I sought out a mage, but each time I found one, they would refuse to portal me here saying that magic in this part of the world works differently and they didn't have the skills to overcome it."

"Yennefer managed to it seems," you say, making Geralt look up at you in shock, "Jaskier told me she was alive," you explain, "this whole time I thought she was dead. I'm glad she survived, and that she was able to help you. But...she wasn't able to help with your injuries?"

"That required the help of some Dryads," Geralt admits, "and the waters of Brokilon forest."

Your eyes widen, realizing now that the extent of Geralt's injuries were far worse then you had previously thought, "What happened in Thanedd, Geralt?" you ask. "It's a long story," he tells you, "what's important is I am here now...for you."

You nod, a fresh wave of tears spilling out again. You pull Geralt in for another hug, albeit a little gentler this time so as not to hurt him, "I've missed you Ger-bear. All I could think about was you."

"I've missed you too," Geralt says back, burying his face into your neck and breathing in your scent.

Sweet as ever, though the witcher had to do his best to ignore the faint traces of a scent of a certain morally reprehensible prince that still lingered on your dress.

"He's here isn't he?" Geralt asks you, once he pulls away, "in King's Landing." You don't say anything, but give a small nod. Geralt could see the terrified look in your eyes. He suspected what Daemon has been doing to you, but would not press for fear of you reliving whatever trauma that man had inflicted upon you during your captivity here.

"What of Ciri?" he asks. "She escaped years ago," you assure, "when my first escape plan failed, she managed to get on the last ship back to the Continent."

"and what of Aemma?" Geralt asks. "She's still here with me," you tell him, "the king has declared her true born, which makes her a Targaryen princess. He and...her father had also recently betrothed Aemma to the king's son. She is to wed when both children come of age."

Geralt stared in silence, seeing the look on your face which was one of concern and uncertainty, "I can't let that happen," you tell him, "princess Rhaenyra is still named Viserys' heir, but prince Aegon's grandfather I sense is planning on the seeing to it that the boy will be king next. If Aemma does marry Aegon, I fear she will be caught in between this political conflict. I fear it may end up costing her life, regardless of who will sit the Iron Throne in the end."

"...then we best get Aemma away from this place as soon as we can," Geralt states. "It won't be easy," you admit, "Aemma is part of the royal family now, she will be protected, even by her own mother."

"Have you a plan?" Geralt asks. "I'm working on it," you admit, "Me and Jaskier. We'll all leave...together this time."

In this moment, you and Geralt stare into each other's eyes. You missed looking into those golden eyes. It had been only hours ago that you had been lying on your back for a man you had come to fear and despise, but now here you were with the man you loved and had been waiting for.

You lean in, pressing your lips to his. He reciprocated and the kiss became more passionate.

It was this moment that the last four months had disappeared if only for a brief moment. They would surely return along with the trauma you've had to endure. But for now, you could feel it being put aside as you drink in the man before you.

The kiss deepen some more as you begin to feel Geralt up, straddling his lap and and ready to remove his tunic.

You needed this. You needed to drink Geralt in, if only to rid yourself of any traces of Daemon that still clung to you as a result from his possessive nature.

The emotions that consumed at this time, however, faded when you heard Geralt grunt out in pain.

The witcher groaned, followed by a sigh. You pull back slightly, noticing Geralt closed his eyes. You look down to see the bulge in his pants. He wanted this, but couldn't move around like he used to it seems, "Forgive me," he says, voice almost horse, "I'm...still having trouble moving without experiencing pain."

"...how long will this last?" you ask him.

"It waxes and wanes over time," the witcher admits, "but I was told this is something I may have to deal with for the rest of my life. It can be managed, but it will never go away, at least not completely."

"Will you still be able to take monster contracts?" you ask. "Maybe not as many as I used to," he answers, "but I can hold my own with a sword in hand."

You nod in understanding, leaning against Geralt so as to absorb his warmth and just be near him.

"Can I at least lay with you, if only just for a little while longer?"

Geralt nods, about to lean back, but you stop him, "I still want to feel you," you say, standing back to take off your dress, letting pool at your feet and leaving you in your small clothes. You then step closer to Geralt, pulling at the corners of his tunic. Geralt helps you take it off and he lays back on the bed, taking you with him. You rest your head against his chest, admiring the patch of hair there, rubbing against it. You missed this...you missed him, his smell, his rugged arms wrapped around you. You keep your eyes open for fear that if you closed them you would wake up and realize it was all just a dream.

"Where are your shoes?" you hear Geralt ask. You look at your feet and remembered why your shoes were missing, "I...really rather not talk about it," you sigh in admittance, "let's just say it involved the Law of Surprise, believe it or not."

"Hmm," was all Geralt said. You couldn't help but snort at that, "it's nice to know some things about you clearly haven't changed." You hear Geralt chuckle at your statement.

"I never did get to tell you," he says, breathing in your scent as he pressed his nose against your hair, "I love you too."

You fight back your tears at his declaration, memories coming back to your time at Kaer Morhen, when you first professed your love for the White Wolf, but had fallen asleep before he had a chance to say it back.

"We'll get out this Geralt," you say with determination, despite your voice coming out as a sob "neither gods, men, nor dragons will stop us this time."

You and Geralt lay in silence afterwards, you starting to doze off while Geralt stayed awake for a while longer.

You would never know how badly Geralt worked to get to where he was now, the blood, sweat, tears, and everything in between it took for him to finally get to you.

He pressed a kiss to your head while you slept.

He pulled you as close to him as possible without waking you up, if only to rid the fading scent of the Targaryen prince that still lingered on you.

There was also something else Geralt had sense. It was faint, and it was a sound that could've been missed by his witchers senses if it weren't quiet right now. The faint sound of a beating heart inside you; the same sound he had detected once before when you first came to Kaer Morhen when Aemma was still inside your womb.

The witcher sighed, having his suspicions, but he wasn't sure if he should break the news to you now or wait until the symptoms appear and you figure it out on your own. If he waited too long to tell you, it would be too late for you to make any decisions about it...but if he told you now, he wasn't sure if you would be able to handle the stress and trauma.

Geralt stared at the ceiling, sending a silent prayer, for once in his life, to whatever gods, if any, where up there to get you out of this situation before it was too late.

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It was little less then an hour to day break by the time you waken from your little rest. You look up from where you had laid your head on Geralt's chest to see the man was sound asleep.

You didn't want to leave, but you needed to inform Jaskier that Geralt had finally arrived. Also if the servants will be coming to your room soon, and if they notice you were not there, if anyone managed to figure out you were nowhere in the Red Keep at this time, they would surely tell Daemon...and you didn't want to think about what sort of punishment the man would concoct for you if he found out.

You wake Geralt up briefly, placing a kiss to his lips and letting him know you had to return to the keep, but would come back to him tonight. Hopefully by then, you and Jaskier would have come up with an escape plan.

The witcher nodded, professing his love once again before your reluctant departure.

You sneak your way back to your room, suddenly feeling nauseated. The moment passes before you shake it off and walk out of the room to go see Jaskier.

The sun was rising at this point, which meant most would be up already to break their fast.

On your way there, you walk pass the nursery and hear wailing cries from the other side.

Having let curiosity get the better of you, you take a peak in to see Alicent doing her best to rock her daughter, who would not stop crying no matter how much effort the queen was putting in to calm the little princess down.

You were planning to walk away, but you saw the look on Alicent's face, like she was struggling. You felt pity for the young queen and walk inside.

"I can hold her if you want, your Grace," you say, startling Alicent, only to calm once more when she saw it was just you. "Forgive me" you say, "I uh, I could help but hear the uh, screaming from the other side."

"I appreciate the offer, but I can handle this," Alicent assures, though the look on her face told you otherwise.

You've been hearing things from the nursemaids that have been tending to Helaena, how the babe never seemed to calm whenever she was in her mother's arms. Alicent did everything she could to bond with her daughter, but the results have been all the same.

Studying her face some more, you could see it was more than just the struggle to raise her children. You recognize it as the same look you have seen on your own face when you looked into the mirror at Dragonstone.

Alicent Hightower may be married to a king and have servants weigh on her hand and foot, especially during the times she was carrying the king's children.

None of that changes the fact that Alicent was trapped; if her father wasn't around to serve on the small council, she would be essentially isolated, having no true allies at court, and even Rhaenyra, whom was once her best friend was estranged from the girl since the marriage.

It was normal for nobles to marry young and produce heirs, especially noble women, but sometimes you wonder if Alicent was maybe too young when she had wed Viserys, and too young to be a mother.

It made you realize how blessed you have been up until this point; if your own father wasn't too busy with the bottle, you wonder if he would've sought to it that you had been married at that age, essentially taking away the freedoms you have taken for granted all these years.

You place a hand on Helaena's back, which seemed to do the trick and calm the babe. Alicent looked up, like she was about to scold you, but the moment you saw her eyes, all you could was nothing but sweet relief.

No words were spoken, but you could see the queen offer a silent thank you in response.

In that moment, the wave of nausea hit you again, "excuse me, your Grace," you tell her, rushing out of the nursery before Alicent had a chance to response.

You empty the contents of your stomach somewhere in the hallway. You look around to see no one was in sight.

You feel panic wash over you; last time you felt this sick was when....

Tears fill your eyes as you lean back against the wall and slowly sink to the ground.

No, you shake your head, you didn't want to believe it. You didn't want to believe that the Rogue Prince could've done this to you again.

He had already trapped you first with Aemma and then with your forced secret marriage.

You could let him entrap you further with a second child.

Chapter 22

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#hotd #geralt of rivia #ciri #daemon #the witcher #daemon targaryen #geralt #geralt x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen

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