There was a gloomy aura lurking in the air, even she could feel it. The only decorations were the tables and a tree arboring several medallions. She found herself in what seemed to be the Great Hall - heated by a fire pit which also produced enough light to brighten the large room. She took the time to look around and was bemused by the beauty of the place. “I couldn’t even if I tried” She muttered under her breath, not waiting for him to set foot inside the enormous castle. “And you’re my mission, Y/N” He said, tilting his head to the side with a smile and taking a step back to put some distance between them.
“You’re the worst, Geralt” She retorted with attitude. She couldn’t hide the violent shiver and was left dumbfounded when he handed her a wooden stick to use as a crutch. “I can do something about that” He murmured in a low voice. Instead he gently brushed his lips to her earlobe. When he leaned toward her, she thought for a second he might kiss her. “Well I might need a little help walking” “Oh! Oh!” He was trying very hard to hide his amusement.
“Your ankle” He smirked, reminding her of the injury that had led her to ride on Roach’s back. “I’m… What?” She hated the way he was capable of taking her by surprise. “Are you alright ?” His tenor was honey to her ear. His hands stayed longer than they should have on her body and she exhaled a shaky breath when her eyes landed on his. As she left her feet in the stirrup, he grabbed her hips and effortlessly put her on solid ground. “What the hell” He heard her curse under her breath in disbelief when the castle he grew up in was finally visible.Īs they reached the gate, he helped her step down from the horse. She didn’t see his smirk, he didn’t interpret the goosebumps on her arms for anything else than the result of the cold wind. The Witcher could sense her gaze on him, but didn’t say a word. Everything in his demeanor was oozing power, danger, yet she felt perfectly safe. His armor fitted him so perfectly she could outline the shape of his broad shoulders. She bit her lips as her eyes trailed down his body. She took advantage of his focus on the forest around them to look at him for the billionth time. He shook his head when his attitude made her laugh and pulled on Roach’s harness to make him move. “Should I start calling you my knight in charming armor now ?” She playfully stated.Ī rumble of irritation left his chest in the form of a grunt and he chose to ignore her. “I wouldn’t have let that happen” He assured her. The man abruptly stopped walking and slowly turned to look up at her. “Well, to be honest, the alternative would’ve consisted on me being burned alive on a stick” She grimaced as the vivid picture of that torture appeared in her mind. “That’s a question you should’ve asked yourself two weeks ago” He smirked. He didn’t answer right away but nudged his chin toward a destination she couldn’t yet see. “And where exactly is that ?” She pushed. Keeping his eyes on the lookout as he walked beside his horse, he grunted in annoyance. “We’ve been on the road for almost two weeks” “What does that even mean ?” She complained. Geralt had helped her flee town and had offered his protection until she was safe from retribution. Even after the beast was slaughtered, Y/N was still accused of witchcraft and the poor woman was found guilty before she could prove her innocence. Had it been anyone else than Geralt there, she probably wouldn’t be alive anymore. The villagers believed the monster to be Y/N and ordered her head to be delivered on a pike.
She had met Geralt a couple of days prior in Gors Velen where the Witcher had been called to kill a Striga. Perched on Roach’s back, the woman kept bickering to annoy her guardian. “How long is this journey going to be again ?” A/N: this is set during season 2 of The Witcher, but don’t worry if you haven’t watched it yet, this is spoiler free! - Enjoy! :).Request: Could you please write reader traveling with him and flirting with Geralt all the time, but he doesn’t seem to care, until one day reader starts flirting with someone else and he is, like, super jealous?.
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