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Genasi / The Witcher (Part Two)

Summary: After the King and Queen of Sasheira refused to sign a treaty with Nilfgaard, an assassin is put on the Queen and her unborn child. While the King remains in Sasheira to fight, Queen Y/N, a gifted air Genasi, is forced into hiding with a man who is rumored to be able to kill anything, Geralt of Rivia.

Author’s note: Hey guys! Sorry for the long delay! This chapter went under a lot of rewrites, so I hope you like it! Please like, reblog, follow, and comment! It means the world :) Thank you to everyone who liked and commented last time, it legit made me so happy!!

Part One

Warnings: Angst and a sliver of gore? idk

Word count: 2k (unedited)

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A million different thoughts crossed your mind during the first few hours of travel, though the ever-present feeling of dread never went away. You imagined your city being burned to the ground, the women and children being ripped from their homes. Your husband losing his life in battle, him being captured and tortured. The thought of your son not making it… You cursed at yourself for even entertaining these ideas but the more you tried to repress them, the more you imagined them happening. 

You tried your best not to cry, but a few tears still managed to escape. You would silently wipe them away, and continue to hold your head high as you stared at the scenery in front of you. You weren’t sure if Geralt noticed, but even if he did, it was the least of your concerns. Your country was at war, of course you were upset.

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Nightfall quickly came, making the two of you set up a small camp a little ways away from a pond. Geralt built a fire while you went to collect water for you two to drink. By the time you were back, a fire was made and Geralt was already pulling out a small knife.

“I’m going to get some food. Stay here,” he spoke and you nodded, watching him leave. You sat next to the fire and stared at the bright flames, letting the heat warm your cheeks. You weren’t sure how much time passed when the Witcher returned, but he brought back what looked like a rabbit. 

He sat a foot or two away from you, taking the already bloody knife and began to skin the animal. You made a face and he noticed.

“You can’t be picky out here,” he said, stabbing a stick into the body.

“I didn’t say anything!” Your eyes narrowed as you defended yourself.

“You made a face.”

“The sight of a bloody rabbit corpse isn’t exactly pleasant,” you sassed. You were not in the mood for passive remarks. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything else and placed the rabbit across the fire. Once fully cooked, you both took a leg to enjoy. You took a bit, the texture of the flavorless skin nearly made you gag.

“Do we happen to have some oil?” You asked and he gave you a look. “No?” You sighed when he shook his head in response, his annoyance radiating from his body. He seemed to also not be in the mood for passive remarks, which you could empathize with as the day was far from enjoyable.

You were about to go for another bite but stopped yourself, eyes connecting to the slimy skin. The rabbit was disgusting, so disgusting your first instinct was to want to tell Vario about it, maybe even trick him into eating it. You asked for oil… There was none, of course. You thought about how Vario would’ve made fun of you for asking such a ridiculous question. How you would’ve been able to see him laugh—

Your chest tightened as tears pricked the back of your eyes, daring to fall, and as you swallowed the lump in your throat, you bit into the rabbit. You breathed deeply, allowing your muscles to relax and mind to calm down. Geralt didn’t say a word. 

After eating, you walked over to a resting Roach and grabbed a small blanket that was in your bag, placed it on the ground, and laid on it, wrapping the ends around your body like a cocoon. Geralt smirked, amused at the sight.

“Laugh all you want, I’m warm,” you muttered loud enough for him to hear, voice taut. 

“I didn’t say anything,” he shrugged.

“You made a face,” you mocked his words from earlier, earning a grunt in response. 

The fire naturally went out, leaving the two of you in the dark with nothing but insect noise in the background. Despite being in complete darkness, you were able to make out every tree, leaf, and bush without hassle. Dark vision, a common trait among Genasi. 

Geralt rested against a tree, intending on staying awake to keep watch. You frowned and sat up from your makeshift bed.

“I can take first watch,” you suggested. You spoke again before Geralt could protest, “I’m not going to fall asleep for a while, trust me.” Your words hinted at something deeper, sadder. “I’ll wake you when I start to get tired.” Geralt knew this wasn’t up for negotiation so he did as told and rested.

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A couple of hours passed and your eyes began to fall heavy, signaling it was finally time for sleep. You crawled over to the sleeping man, eyes examining his sleeping state. It was weird to see him like this, peaceful. His eyebrows relaxed, jaw unclenched. You almost felt bad for waking him but knew you had to get sleep as well.

“Geralt,” your voice was just above a soft whisper. He didn’t move, so you touched his arm and spoke again. “Geralt,” your voice was a little louder but still gentle as to not startle him. He stirred slightly, head moving to the side. “Geralt,” you whispered one last time before his eyes fluttered open. His golden irises fell onto you and for a split second he almost seemed confused but it was covered by a low hum.

“My turn,” his voice was gruff, deeper than usual.

“Your turn,” you gave a small smile and climbed back into your cocoon. Geralt stood from where he was and began to stretch, but you paid no attention to him. With one hand holding your stomach and the other under your head, you were asleep in seconds.

Your wake up call was a lot less pleasant than the one you gave him. You awoke to him calling your name, tossing your items back into the bag, the water-full, metal jugs clanking together loudly.

Your body startled awake, eyes shooting open. “Gods,” you clutched your chest, sending him a glare, “that’s how you wake someone up?”

“It worked, didn’t it?” He asked and you laid back down with a groan, pinching the bridge of your nose while mumbling curses at him under your breath. “Come on, we gotta get moving. Left-overs for breakfast.”

“Okay, give me a second,” you slowly rose again, stretching out your arms and back. Geralt sighed loudly. “Oh, I’m sorry, are my sore muscles a burden to you?” You snapped.

“Not at all,” you could tell he bit his tongue to keep from saying what he originally wanted to say, but you didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, you aggressively placed your folded blanket back in your bag. After being hoisted up onto Roach, the Witcher situated himself as well and the journey continued.

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The days went along those lines for some time: eat, sleep, travel, and repeat. The days got better for you as you grew more comfortable with Geralt. You noticed you were initiating small-talk with him, you even attempted a joke or two. Whether or not the conversations were deep or the jokes were good was beside the point. You were trying and for you, that’s all that mattered. Though Geralt claimed that your attempts were pointless and incredibly annoying, you both knew deep down he didn’t actually mind. The bickering helped pass by the time.

The nights, however, were a different story. You found yourself in tears and a constant state of panic at night, whispering prayers for your Kingdom and husband. The nightmares were relentless at times, causing you to wake up in a pool of your own sweat. The first night you ever had a nightmare, you nearly killed Geralt.

Geralt was on watch when it happened, with you sleeping a few feet from him. You stirred in your sleep, eyebrows furrowing and relaxing with soft whispers escaping passed your lips. Your breathing increased in pace and grew deeper, and gusts of wind began to sweep through the forest.

Geralt looked around confused and looked to your shaking frame, instantly knowing the cause of the sudden wind storm. The power of the wind increased, lifting small rocks and sticks off the ground and carrying them away. He slowly approached you against the force of the wind as your cries becoming louder and louder. A nearby tree branch was lifted off the ground, slammed into a tree trunk, and cracked in half. 

“Y/N!” The Witcher called over the powerful blows, reaching to shake you awake. “Y/N!” He yelled again, shaking your body vigorously. You screamed awake, eyes shooting open, arms reacting, blasting Geralt across the ground and into the hot ashes from the fire. He howled in pain, jumping out of the intense heat as fast as he could. The wind stopped, the rocks and sticks falling back to the ground. He grunted, holding his freshly red and pink, scorched hand in his unharmed one. 

“Geralt… Oh my Gods, Geralt!” You cried, running towards him and collapsing to the ground in front of him. “Let me see, let me see,” you reached for his hand.

He pulled it from you, “it’s fine.”

“You just fell into two thousand degree ashes,” you reached for his injured hand a second time, “even for a Witcher, that’s fatal. Gods, essea squaess!” You gently turned his hand over, earning a small flinch from him, the smell of burning flesh filling the air. You grimaced in disgust but ignored it, instead looked around for animal life. “I need a mouse... Or a bird or-or a squirrel or something.”

“Why?” He asked, eyes glued to his swollen red hand, knowing he’s going to have a new scar added to his collection.

“I’m not the best at healing, but I can do it-”

“That’s not necessary, I can heal just fine on my own,” he told you, but you didn’t listen.

“Geralt,” you looked up at him pleading eyes, “please let me do this for you.” He opened his mouth for a second before closing it again and nodded with a sigh. You gave him a small smile before getting up and walking around in search of a small animal. You came across a chipmunk and as the critter ran away, you levitated it off the ground and grabbed it in your hands. Its small body squirmed in your grip but it didn’t phase you.

“Why the rodent?” He asked as you sat down in front of him again.

“I’m not a natural-born healer, so I need to take a life in order to give life, or in this case... new skin,” you mumbled the last part and he let out a weak breath, the ends of his lips tugging upwards slightly. “It keeps the balance.” You put your hand on his burned one and he flinched, uttering every obscenity he knew under his breath.

You slowly closed your eyes and murmured a few words in Elder and slowly the squirming sensation in your hand subsided and you felt Geralt’s hand grow stiff and smooth. After a few more seconds, you opened your eyes again and released your grip on both the dead animal and his somewhat healed hand. It was still slightly pink, but it looked a whole lot better. It would be fully healed in less than a day thanks to his naturally enhanced healing finishing the job.

You frowned, still feeling bad for what you did. “It’s not perfect. As I said, I’m not a healer but… It’s better than nothing-”

“Thank you,” he stated, sounding genuine. 

“I’m sorry it even happened,” you said quietly, eyes falling to the ground. “Truly, I’m sorry.”

“I know,” he stood and offered his unharmed hand, “you should rest.”

In a way, the two of you bonded that night. Your mutual respect for each other grew stronger, along with the sense of security. Both parties knew that the other had their back. That the pair of you would make a good team.

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Author’s Note: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Hopefully it doesn’t seem too fast paced... Pacing is always so hard for me to write haha so please let me know! Thanks guys :) Also, I apologize if I wrote the healing part wrong... Magic in this universe is kind of confusing to me so hopefully I got it right lmao OH and please let me know if you want to be tagged!

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Genasi / The Witcher (Part One)

Summary: After the King and Queen of Sasheira refused to sign a treaty with Nilfgaard, an assassin is put on the Queen and her unborn child. While the King remains in Sasheira to fight, Queen Y/N, a gifted air Genasi, is forced into hiding with a man who is rumored to be able to kill anything, Geralt of Rivia.

Author’s Note: Hello everyone!! This is my first Witcher’s fic and the first fic I’ve ever posted! Please like, reblog, follow, and feel free to send me a message!! OH and this fic slow burn... Like SLOW burn so buckle up! It’s gonna be fluffy, angsty and everything in between. I’m excited lol. 

Warnings: Slight angst. A dash of smut but literally barely

Word count: 3k (unedited)

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The sound of children laughing filled the air in the garden as little legs and feet ran around and around, their dirt-covered faces grinning brightly as they played. The gardeners smiled as well, participating in light-hearted conversations with one another. It was a beautiful day to be outside in the sun and you, the Queen, decided that the best way to enjoy it would be with a picnic with your husband, King Vario.

It was warm and bright but not overly hot thanks to you, who created cool breezes every now and then. You laid on a yellow blanket, enjoying fruit, juice, and cheese that sat on a nearby table, engaging in conversation with nearby gardeners, butlers and maids. You wanted your last sunny day to be clear of stress and anxiety. You wanted to spend it laughing. Warm. Surrounded by your loving husband, caring people and their children. 

The children would come by and grab some food, say their hello’s, and then run off again. The servants sat with the couple as well, telling jokes and stories, some real and some not. They asked about the pregnancy and if you had decided on any names yet. You were with child, the first heir, but you weren’t too far along, just under two months.

“Your Majesty, would you like me to fill your glass?” One of the butlers asked, noticing your empty glass.

“I’m quite alright, thank you,” you smiled up at the man and leaned into your husband’s chest. He wrapped his strong arms around your frame and rested his head against yours, breathing deeply.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asked.

“Yes,” you responded, looking around the beautiful garden. “I’m going to miss this. I’m going to miss you.” He placed a gentle kiss to your temple and you intertwined your fingers together. “How long do you think we’ll be gone?”

“Hard to say, me aine. Hopefully not too long but…” He wasn’t entirely sure how to finish his sentence, but he knew he didn’t need to for you to understand. 

You sighed, “yeah… At least we have today. One last beautiful day.” He hummed softly in response and began to lightly rock back and forth with a hand on your stomach, causing a blissful smile to spread across your features. You sent out a wave of wind for the workers around you, a few ‘thank you’s’ following.

“Showing off one last time, I see,” he teased, earning a strong gust of wind in his direction.

“I’ll always show off,” you responded with a smirk and turned to face him. “Gotta keep you impressed, of course. The little guy likes it too, I think.” You looked down at your stomach.

“Keep me impressed? You’re the most magnificent person to ever grace this planet… I’m the one who needs to keep you impressed.”

You raised an eyebrow and spoke sarcastically, “yeah, if it weren’t for your blood you never would’ve stood a chance.” He jabbed your side, causing you to squeal loudly.

“Take it back,” he beamed as you erupted into giggles as his hands tickled you. 

“Stop! Me aine!” You laughed loudly, hitting his chest. “I take it back! I take it back!”

He pulled his hands back and climbed over you, “I’m gonna miss that laugh… Sarcasm not so much, but that laugh…”

“You love my sarcasm, it’s part of my undeniable charm,” you winked up at him.

“Undeniable that is,” he leaned and planted a loving kiss upon your lips. You smiled into it and kissed back tenderly, bringing your hands to cup his stubble cheeks.

“Ew!” A few of the children exclaimed at the sight but were quickly hushed by one of the maidens. She whispered to them and they all quickly bolted away, deeper into the garden. You both chuckled and stared at each other for a moment, taking in the moment. A perfect moment. A happy one. 

You traced his jawline all the way to his lips, where he gently kissed your fingertips. “I love you,” you said, locking eyes with him.

“A horrible decision, really,” Vario said, making your mouth fall open dramatically. 

You whacked his arm, “you ruined the moment!” 

“I just wanted to see you smile again! I can’t help myself sometimes,” he grinned at you cheekily and you sighed, a smile tugging at your lips.

“Gods, you’re impossible. Seriously, I’m telling you it’s because of your blood… possibly your dashing good looks too. Without them, you’d be nothing,” you spoke teasingly.

“Oh, and without your beauty and your blood, you’d be one scary woman who could kill me in an instant, though I find that endearing in a woman,” he spoke, making you roll your eyes with a laugh.

“Yeah, remember that in case you get any wild ideas on the battlefield and decide to get yourself killed. I’ll personally bring you back to kill you again, you hear me?” You asked, pushing him off yourself. “You will not leave this child fatherless, clear?”

“Crystal,” he held up his hands in defense. “I love you.”

“Till the day I die.”

“Till the day I die, me aine” he repeated, placing his forehead against yours.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty,” the steward, Edgaris, approached them.

“Yes?” Vario looked up at the man.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but the Witcher is here,” he said, causing both you and Vario to sit up from the blanket. 

“Did he just arrive?” Vario asked as he stood and Edgaris nodded.

“Moments ago. He is in the main entrance,” the three of you began to head inside.

The Witcher, a famous monster slayer, known for being able to kill anything. Strong, magical, and an old friend of Vario, he was the perfect protector. Capable of keeping you safe. The baby safe. 

Sasheira was at war— or at least close to it. After refusing to sign a treaty with Nilfgaard, a treaty that granted them most of Sasheira’a land and resources, Nilfgaard threatened to pull their alliance.

King Vario stood his ground, thinking of what was best for his own country and his people. Nilfgaard’s ultimatum did not work and an assassin was sent out to not only kill you but the child inside you as well.

Fortunately, the assassin failed to do his job and was killed mercilessly. A final declaration of war was in the works, but wouldn’t be made until you, the Queen, were safe. Vario would stay back and fight with his men and lead them.

You hated everything about the situation, but this was war. There was nothing to love about it.

You and Vario entered the main foyer and there stood a large man with white hair in dark clothing. He was talking with the King’s advisor and the Stewardess. Their conversation came to end upon their royal arrival. 

You stopped in your tracks, your stomach sinking. You grabbed your husband’s wrist, “are we sure about this?”

He gave you a reassuring smile, “everything will be okay, I promise.” You nodded silently and let him go so he could speak with the man first.

The stranger bowed respectfully, “Your Majesty.”

“Geralt of Rivia, wonderful to see you again,” Vario spoke, extending his hand for the man to shake. You approached and forced a small smile. You could feel everyone’s uneasiness, the heaviness in the air.

Vario and Geralt had met before, the circumstances of which were not pleasant. Deadly, to be specific, but that’s all you knew about the situation. Vario never went into the details, only ever saying that protecting you was Geralt’s way of returning an old favor.

“Your Majesty,” he bowed again.

You extended your hand, “ceádmil.”

“Come on in, let’s get you situated. Jesyka,” Vario called for the Stewardess, “his chambers are ready, I presume?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” she responded.

“Good. Make yourself at home. Dinner will be around vespers. We hope you are hungry,” Vario spoke cooly, comforting you. His confidence in the situation made you more at ease. It was one of your favorite qualities about the dark-haired man.

“Thank you. I apologize for my late arrival. I had to take care of something before I came,” the Witcher explained his tardiness.

“Not a problem at all. We were just enjoying the outdoors. Beautiful day, isn’t it?” Vario said and the Witcher only grunted in response. “We really appreciate you coming at all. I can’t leave my lovely wife in the hands of just anyone,” he grinned over at you, taking your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“She’ll be safe with me, I promise. I won’t let anything happen to her,” though Geralt said it to Vario, you felt as though it was for you. To reassure you that you’ll be safe. Protected. “And if I fail to do so, I can assure you that I will already be dead.”

Vario cocked an eyebrow, “good to know that the consequences of her blood on your hands has gone unspoken.” Geralt smirked with a low hum. “Jesyka, please show him to his chambers please.”

“Right away, Your Majesty,” Jesyka bowed and motioned for the man to follow her. “This way Sir Geralt of Rivia…” and the two left the room.

“How do you feel, me aine?” Vario asked Relanara.

You shrugged and spoke quietly, “I’m not sure. Guess I just don’t like the idea of not being here with you is all.”

“I know but you know you can’t-”

“Can’t stay here. I know. I’ve heard that speech already. Doesn’t mean I like it,” you frowned, wrapping your arms around him in an embrace. He hugged back, resting his chin on your head before kissing it. You could feel his own anguish.

“No one likes it.”

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The two of you returned to the garden after that and spent the rest of your time there until seven o’clock. All the servants and the children headed inside for one final feast, an idea you and the stewardess came up with. One last feast for everyone in the castle to enjoy with their Queen. One last feast before the soldiers and knights left for battle.

The throne room was filled with tables and chairs, the bards and musicians were playing their instruments joyfully and took turns to enjoy the party. Once the cooks brought out all the food and wine, they joined in on the feast as well. No one was working that night, even the knights rotated hourly so they could enjoy themselves as well.

The men and women danced and ate the delicious food; there wasn’t a single frown in the crowd. You and Vario joined in on the dancing, laughing loudly with your servants and friends. The dancing wasn’t anything formal— it wasn’t a formal party. 

Vario spun you around, beaming at the sound of your giggle, gusts of wind erupting from your body, causing him to laugh lovingly. He dipped you down, joining your lips together in a slow kiss. He lifted you back up and spun you once more. He stopped moving for a second, his eyes falling upon the Witcher who seemed to have just arrived.

“Ah, Geralt! So glad you were able to join us,” Vario greeted warmly.

“This… is dinner?” Geralt asked, looking around.

The King laughed, “have a drink! Have a dance!” Geralt grunted, walking over to a table and began to grab some food. You watched and frowned, stomach twisting as you thought about why he was there in the first place. You were snapped out of it at the sound of loud cheering of a classic folk song, a favorite in their country. It was a song that describes a specific dance, though there were no lyrics in the version they were playing, the people still knew the moves.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down before putting smile on your face. The people participating in the dancing all instinctively joined hands and began the classic dance.

It wasn’t long after that before you needed a break and some water as to not push yourself. You thought it might be a good idea to sit with the Witcher, get to know him a little better before their long journey together.

You approached the brooding man who sat at an empty table near the back. “May I join you?” You asked and he nodded. A moment of silence fell between you both before you finally spoke again. “So, you either hate parties or are just permanently stuck brooding. Maybe both.”

He smirked slightly, “both. Are you at least having fun?”

“As much fun as someone who’s leaving tomorrow with a complete stranger while their husband fights some bloody war can possibly have.”

His eyebrows rose, “can’t imagine that it’s a lot then.”

“It’s enough. I want to enjoy tonight. You should try too. Don’t know when you’ll get another night like this,” you looked towards the sea of dancing bodies.

He shrugged in response, taking a sip from his cup, “I’m enjoying the ale.”

You scoffed but smiled, shaking your head, “if that’s the extent of your enjoyment here then drink all the ale you want.” He didn’t say anything but silently looked at you. You wondered what he was thinking. You couldn’t feel what he was feeling like you normally would against a human, but this was another magical being. You couldn’t feel it. “You don’t talk much, do you?”

“At a party? Never.”

“Hm, very funny. I mean, will I have someone other than my son to talk to the next few months?”

“It’s a boy?” He asked.

“So he has curiosity,” you smiled and he rolled his eyes slightly, grumbling to himself. “What was that?”

“You remind me of someone,” Geralt said.

“Oh? Who? Was she as beautiful and powerful as me?” You held your shoulders up.

“He was a pain-in-the-ass bard,” he responded simply and your mouth fell gaped.

“He’s got wit too,” you shook your head lightly before continuing, “but yes, it’s a boy. A mage told us.”

“Have a name in mind?” 

“Tylan.”

He seemed to have approved of it, though took a moment to respond. “I’m sure he’ll be a fine ruler like his father… and mother.”

“I hope he turns out more like his father… But I want him to be a Genasi. Keep the bloodline strong.”

“Hm,” he smirked, “the heir that can bend air.”

A smile tugged at your lips as you looked over at Geralt who had an amused look on his face. “You’re alright,” you gave a small laugh.

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You spent the rest of your night right next to your husband, savoring every moment you had with him. The party eventually ended and the two of you made you way to your grand chamber. A fire was lit and the two of you laid on the large bed, his arms wrapped around your frame, your head on his chest.

“I don’t want this night to end,” you said quietly.

“I never want my nights with you to end,” Vario responded and you smiled.

You lifted your head and placed a gentle kiss to his lips to which he gladly returned. He deepened the kiss, hands cupping your cheeks to bring you in closer. You crawled on top of him, straddling his waist, kissing down his jaw. When your top was discarded to the floor, you quickly sat up, receiving a confused look in return.

“Remember me like this, because there’s a chance that the next time you see me I’ll be fat or have saggy breasts and stretch marks,” you said and he erupted into laughs.

“Gods, I love you. I’ll take you with any of those. It doesn’t matter,” he kissed you again.

“Till the day I die.”

“Till the day I die.”

****

You sat at your windowsill, watching your beloved capital work and play. The children outside were running, laughing, bouncing about with smiles on their faces. The adults were either taking a nice stroll in the warm sunlight or were busy buying and selling various items. Cheers from the local pub erupted suddenly and you silently wondered what they were cheering about. An engagement? A new job? A baby on the way?

You were fascinated by your city and the citizens that lived there with you. You wondered who the people were, their stories and secrets. It pained you to know that this was going to be the last time you would be able to admire them from afar.

A knock sounded at the door, followed by creaking hinges. “They’re ready for you, Your Grace,” you heard her stewardess say. Your eyes remained on the outdoors, smirking when you saw a smiling little girl get trampled by who you assumed were her brothers. “Your Grace-”

“Yes,” you turned your head to the side before slowly returning your gaze back to the outdoors, “thank you. I’ll just be a moment more.”

“Of course, Your Grace.” You heard the door close again. A staggered sigh left your lips as you closed your eyes. You tilted your head back and brought your hands under your chin, whispering a short prayer. With one last deep breath, you left your chambers.

Jesyka was waiting patiently, a packed bag in hand, her eyes full of tears. The two of you stared at each other in silence for a moment, neither needing to speak in order to understand each other. And at the same time, both of you fell into tears, embracing each other in a tight hug.

“It’s going to be okay,” you whispered, frame shaking. “I’ll see you again,” you pulled away and rested your hands on the woman’s shoulders, “stay safe, please.”

“Of course, my Queen.”

“Good, and Jesyka...” you paused, “thank you.”

Jesyka nodded, more tears falling, “thank you, Y/N.”

After collecting yourselves the best you two could, you both made your way down to the main gate where a plentiful of knights and soldiers stood, along with you husband and his steward. The Witcher was there too, of course. Jesyka handed Geralt the bag and he put it on his horse.

“Ready?” Vario asked, pulling you to the side.

You shook your head as tears pricked the back of your eyes. Your voice was quiet, “Var, I- I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Stop. Yes, you can. You are the strongest person I’ve ever met. We’ll meet again soon,” though his words were nothing but affirmations, you could feel his sadness and anxiety.

You nodded slowly, “anytime you feel a breeze, think of me.”

“I’ll think of you no matter what,” he pulled you in for one last kiss, placing a necklace in your hand. You looked down at it, confused. “For Tylan.” 

Your knees nearly gave out right there in his arms, completely crumbling. “Vario, what- No! You will meet your son!”

“Till the day I die, me aine,” he kissed the top of your hand as Geralt began to pull you away. 

“You will meet him!” It didn’t matter how many times you said it. One of you wasn’t coming back from this war. Maybe neither.

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Part Two

Author’s Note: Please let me know what you think! Oh and yes, Genasi as in the Dungeon and Dragon’s Genasi (mixed with a little air bender action from Avator). I’ll explain her powers throughout the story when necessary. I didn’t want to dump everything on you all at once as I know how annoying that can be lol.