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‘What about a crown of flowers.’ YES ROO! How beautiful!!! Yes!!! Maybe he saw that she doesn’t care for jewels or fancy things so he gives her a flower crown 😭😭👏🏾💖🫶🏾🌝

He sits there with these flowers, she says nothing as he twines stems together. that's their routine. He does his thing; perhaps cleans his sword or sharpens it or pours over his kingly writs, but that night he has flowers but she's too proper to ask.

When he finishes he plops it on her head and soon after catches her looking at her reflection in the mirror..

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Ohhh what if Geralt pulls an "As You Wish" and locks Jazlene away? She's a danger to his staff *cough*Summer*cough* and acts in a way unfitting to be queen. So, to save further embarrassment, he keeps her away in another wing of his castle, and he gets Summer all to himself!

I can also totally see Summer passing along gifts to Jazlene. Not because she feels unworthy of them but because she assumes they're for Jazlene.

Summer totally missing Geralt's little treats and favours would be hilarious bc he's getting to frustrated but he also won't just say outright that he wants her to fawn over him.

And yeah. It wasn't unusual that king and queen would keep separate chambers. They are more superficial, appear in court together, act up their roles, but in private, they don't do more than is required. If Geralt can get an heir quick than he has met his duty.

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They're not even the royal family (yet), they're nobles who are out for their own and no one else. The father is weak and kiss ass. Geralt doesn't like that but he also plays smart and sometimes you have to politick for the end goal.

With Jazlene it could be either. She could be hamming it up or that ridiculous.

Winter's King 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, cheating, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are a maid to the Duke of Debray, a lord of the Summer Kingdom. That is, until the king of Winter appears with his particular air of coldness. (Medieval AU)

Characters: Geralt of Rivia

Note: this one came out of no where.

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It’s uncharacteristically grim on the plains of Debray. Rains pelt the tall green grasses, flattening them in a slanted downpour that dims the horizon. Clouds blot out the daylight and lend to atmosphere of unease in the warring lands. 

Behind the castle walls, one can forget about the bloodshed staining the counties red, though it is all the dukes and his audience can speak of. The lords that bluster through those gates, sometimes at the toll of morning, some in the black swathes of night. You can’t count them all, you can name even fewer, but they come anon and leave just as brusquely. 

A peel of thunder shakes the land and a dark line limns the curve of the horizon. What appears first as a storm cloud advances quickly through the fields, appearing more clearly to the naked eye, distant nonetheless. Men. Another party fast on the approach. 

The alarm goes up at a man’s holler. Ethred, man at the gate hollers to the other men in mail. Niam peers out from the vantage of the tower and calls back down. A hush falls and bodies scurry all around, metal clinking and boots crunching. There’s something amiss. Something you can’t quite place. 

You turn away from the window, the steam rising from the basin in your hand swirling around your head. You carry on down the corridor, wool skirts around cautious steps as you balance the swaying water in the vessel. You approach the lady’s door and give it a rap with your knee. Merinda, another handmaid, opens it from within. 

You enter without a word and place the basin on the vanity table. The duke’s daughter preens herself with a painted fan, fluttering her lashes at her reflection as her curls spill down her long back. She tilts her head this way and that. She snaps the fan shut and puts it down, touching her soft brown cheeks with a devilish grin. 

“Do you know what father mentioned last eve?” Jazlene asks with a vain flutter of her lashes. 

“What did he mention?” Her mother, Lady Rezlyn prompts lazily as she plucks another cherry from a dish heaped in fruit. 

“A husband,” the daughter grins coyly at herself, “it is well due, isn’t it, mother? Who do you think it might be? Lord Gai, perhaps? He is young still.” 

“Perhaps the Earl of Mesafin,” her mother taunts back to a disgusted gasp. 

“Do not,” Jazlene pouts, “I could never... I am much too pretty for that haggard beast.” 

“Well, then, who might you have, precious?” Rezlyn goads. 

There is a clamour in the hall that keeps the younger of the woman from answering. She rolls her eyes and darkly glare at the door. You peer back behind your shoulder as a wail goes up carrying her father’s name; ‘Lord Dustan!’ 

“What is all that?” Jazlene whines, “as if it isn’t enough with the rain and the winds. It is summer!” 

“It’s always summer in Debray, darling,” Rezlyn scoffs, “otherwise I’d have never married your father. Pray you don’t hook yourself a winter lord.” 

You peek over your shoulder as you stand near the door, in your vigil, awaiting your next order. You face the ladies again as the elder continues to feast and the younger fusses over her thick brows. You scrunch your lips back and forth, a habit that often has your jaw aching. 

Jazlene turns to narrow her eyes at you, “what is it then? What has you making faces?” 

You bow your head, appeasing her ego, “my lady, there were men coming. A party approaching from the north.” 

“There are always men,” she shakes her head, “who was it then? Anyone I should wear silk for?” 

Her mother laughs, “I warn you, daughter, that trite tongue will not endear any husband.” 

“I do not know, lady,” you answer. 

“Ugh, useless, must I work as my own handmaid?” Jazlene tisks, “come, pin my hair. Merinda find me a gown. Mother... wipe the dribble from your chin.” 

“Eh, watch yourself,” Lady Rezlyn rises and wipes her lips with her sleeve. She wears muslin in a dark shade of burgundy, embroidered with little copper finches. “Or hope you marry above me before you lash that tongue at me.” 

Jazlene merely trills with laughter. You take the pins and work at twisting her fine curls into place. Merinda brings to her a dress of teal satin and is promptly shooed away, “something pink. It brings out my bosom.” 

You ignore her bawdy jest as her mother harrumphs. You work in quiet tandem with the other handmaid. You add a touch of paint to the lady’s cheeks and kohl around her eyes. You tint her lips with pigment and she pushes out her lips at the mirror. You help Merinda dress her, pulling the noble daughter’s corset tight enough to leave her lightheaded. 

The pair of ladies, elder and younger, leave the chamber with you at their skirt tails. They sweep through the corridors with chins up. They are queens in their own minds. Their fine dresses and sparkling gems are untouched by the disparity of war. The lives lost are squares on a game board, tawdry talk for men in their studies. 

“Lord Dustan,” Lady Rezlyn mimics the earlier call for the lord of the castle, “my husband. Dear, dear husband!” 

The women go to the banister and look down upon the great hall as the flurry continues below. You and Merinda loom behind, not daring to stand at a level with the pompous nobles. You have never volunteered yourself for their impetuous lashings. 

“Woman!” Dustan booms back up, “do not trouble me now.” 

“Oh, has another lord come? Perhaps a suitor for our lovely daughter--” 

“Cease!” The duke demands hotly, “now is not the time for womanly games.” 

“Tell me it true, husband, she will be an old maid before you find a suiting son-in-law--” 

“Go away to your chambers. Now. The men who come are not to be trifled with and you lot do trifle overly much!” 

“Bah! Oh do not be so uncouth!” Rezlyn decries. 

“Father, please, is it a husband?” 

“Go before I send my guards up to put you away like thieves in a dungeon. Hear me when I warn you that this does not concern you. Not as yet,” Dustan snarls, “you would spoil this war with your puny concerns.” 

“Ugh,” his wife puts her hand to her forehead, “he does tax me. All I ask of him is to take care of us, daughter. As any husband should.” 

“I should have your lips sewn shut!” Dustan rebukes hotly, “be gone before I find a tailor.” 

The women share an aghast look. The turn back to flutter away in their skirts. You and Merinda follow them to the drawing room, closing them in as they fall onto the velvet cushions. Jazlene reclines dramatically on the chaise as her mouth mopes on a sofa. 

“Shall I be alone forever, mother?” Jazlene snivels, “why won’t he let me marry?” 

“He only wants to find the right man, that is all, darling,” Rezlyn coaxes. “He is overprotective and that is good for it means he will find a husband for you with a similar bearing.” 

“Such sweet words cannot convince me. He punishes me. When all my lady friends have wed and borne a whelp or two, I remain with the dust and stone.” 

“Do not be theatrical,” Rezlyn girds, “you are silly.” 

“I am not silly, mother. I am afraid. I am twenty and three and I have no suitor. I have only a war butchering any man who might have my hand. Why must this go on? Why must I suffer for the gripes of stubborn kings.” 

“We cannot fear. This war will be won and you will have a knight for a husband. Isn’t that better? To have a warrior you can be proud of than some bookish lord in his tower?” Rezlyn stands and moves to sit with her daughter, petting her as she cooes, “oh my beautiful, no man can resist you. You will see.” 

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Some hours pass with the restless women, pacing and chattering, about careless things beyond marriage and war. Like needlework and a banquet that should be had upon the truce. Would that the day would come sooner. 

You and Merinda stifle yawns that pass between you. The act is contagious as you stand in the tedium of the wealthy and wait for a duty to be called upon you. The hours you spend watching the women preen and swoon make you envy the stable boys and the shit shovelers. 

The noise beyond those walls continues. You heard the moat open and the clopping hooves of horses, even the clatter of carts. The voices had since hushed but footfalls carried back and forth. The wordless activity betrays an air of impatience, almost of nervousness. As the ladies within mirror the sentiment. 

Finally, as the windows darken and the candles burn brighter, a knock shakes the door. The ladies snap their heads around. Merinda is asleep on her feet as you move first. You open to a man in grey and black waits on the other side. He is not Lord Dustan’s. 

“The duchess and her daughter,” he garbles through a mouth that sounds full of salt. 

You dip your head and look to the ladies in question. There is a tension, of unease, of unknowing, of excitement turned to dread. This is not as it has been. There is not call to the dinner table. There is no buoyant introduction of a lord Dustan met as a young scamp. There is silence and fear. Has someone died? Has a battle been lost? 

The women emerge and greet the man with niceties and tight-lipped simpers. He does not pay them heed as you and Merinda exchange looks. You trail after the ladies but the man stops. He turns back, a hand on the pommel at his waist, and sneers, a furrow in his brow. 

“One of ya,” he grits. 

Jazlene says your name. She must’ve noticed Merinda swaying on her feet. If she even cares so much about a maid. You keep your head down and follow as they press on. Down the corridor and around the duke’s study, recently deemed his war room. You’ve never been within. It is not the domain of women. 

The grey and black soldier thumps on the door. Mother and daughter clasp hands. Even they can sense the unusual frigidity. The door opens from within. It is Lord Dustan. He wears a serious look on his lined face. The ladies are beckoned in and the soldier nudges you after them as you hesitate. 

Lanterns light the space from the desk at the rear of the chamber. The large table draped in maps, wooden horses, and little wooden pucks stands central on a thick rug. A figure stands behind it, head down as his burly and broad silhouette seems to sop up the shadows. 

The ladies follow the duke to stand across from the man. His head is down as he slides a horse along a road on the map. He stops it and grips it tight. He looks up and the lantern light dances on his features. You suck in a breath, as the rest do, stunned by his appearance. 

His hair is white, his eyes are a goldish yellow, pupils deep pools of black, and his square jaw is just as thick as the rest of him. You have never seen a man like him before, but you have heard of one. Of him. King Geralt of Rivia. 

You stand in similar confusion to the ladies. Their silent confoundment is broken by Duke Dustan as he nears the table. He sniffs and presses his fingers to the table top. 

“Your highness, my wife, Lady Rezlyn, and my daughter, Lady Jazlene,” he introduces. 

The women glance at each other then curtsy to the white king. He watches them dully. You fold your hands, taking it in curiously. It is rather something to witness the scene. You are so unimportant as to not be a part of it. 

“Your highness,” the recite, “it is...” 

“An honour,” Dustan finishes for them, “of course it is. We fondly welcome you and your allyship. We hope that we will be essential in ending this war. In helping you attain the peace you have so valiantly fought for--” 

The king raises his hand to silence the lord. You can’t help but quork your head. Allyship? But King Geralt, he is of Rivia, he is of the hinterland, he is the one who invaded the summer country and bid it his own. He is the foe. That is what they told you. 

“Enough...” the king speaks in a silty tone that scrapes in his throat. His eyes wander over the women and narrow. You wince as your own meet his golden irises and you shy away, putting your chin to your chest. That’s a mistake. “...words.” He slaps his hand down, “you do not win wars with words.” 

“Yes, your highness, you are correct. I know it well. It is why I invited you here. It is the very reason I made my entreaty. You have my men, they will win this war for you.” 

The king is hardly impressed by the fact. He looks back to the table and moves the horse further before turning it back. He knocks it over and stands completely straight. 

“And the daughter of Debray, your highness. To have a wife of summer’s blood, men will bend the knee. If you show them you do not mean to eradicate but to join with them,” Dustan moves to stand closer to his daughter, “isn’t she a fine queen for a fine kingdom?” 

Jazlene swoons and falls against her father. She’s fainted. Rezlyn grabs onto her other shoulder and you peek up at the chaotic scene. You come forward to help, snatching a pillow from the single couch, and you place it under Jazlene’s head as they lay her down on the floor. 

A shadow shifts as Dustan and Rezlyn fuss over their daughter, fanning and calling to her. You look up as darkness clusters over you. You see the king staring down at the scene. No, not them. He staring at you. Before he can reprimand you, you put your head down. 

You must quit that lest you find yourself at the wrong end of a switch. 

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That would be sweet! Geralt giving summer a small pretty chamber of her own! So maybe it’s in a secluded tower Like a with a wndow that faces the garden and lake and the sun shines in beautifully and she hears the birds chirping🥹 like because he likes her demeanor and has shown to be more loyalty than the duke … but… like …also …. Like …also so he can come and rearranging her guts! ! Like hes so thick and large, he’s bigger than her small bed, but that doesn’t stop him, he definitely wants her on top so he can make her ride him and guide her hips with those steel callused firm hands 😩🥵. Like he just manhandleds her ontop!!! Aannnndddd she’s only wearing the necklace (if you decide that route) like necklace and titties bouncing roo! BOUNCING!!!😩😭😭😭😩

What about a crown of flowers. That's much more her style. He'd make it himself and put it on her and then lay back and just watch her body between those big hands...

Besides, Jazlene doesn't gaf where her servants lie. She won't even notice that her servant has her own getaway.

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Maybe servants can earn ranks based on loyalty? There are many possibilities.

I wanna be in the Witcher loyalty program 👀

You get points for cumming--

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its clear that geralt has a soft spot for summer, it is possible for him to assign her a higher position than servant, like a lady in waiting or royal consort? Or is she just stuck cleaning up after jezlene her while life?

He could. Possibly. I haven't decided exactly how it all will pan out. We did discuss servants beings treated better in his lands so possibly he might just offer her a simple chamber and bed of her own at first. Maybe servants can earn ranks based on loyalty? There are many possibilities.

I could also see him possibly excusing her from service on the premise of making her a consort or mistress. He'd love to have her as his true wife but... kingly obligations and all that. Historically however, many mistresses have held more power than some queens.

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Roo!!! Valid point after valid point after valid point!👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾! Yes to geralt being a puppy and wolf on the prowl!! Like he’s going into despair and doing to claude frollo hellfire song 😂😭!! And OMG I LOVE that idea of summer giving Jaz geralts gift because summer seems that she’s not worth it and because summer IS king 🫶🏾 orrrr also Jaz thinks she stole it or something and takes it away from her! Like geralt will see jaz using it and then later in the dark of night geralt upset and hurt corners summer into a dark corner when she’s getting fresh linens and she’s pressed up against him like tits touching his pecs 🌝. And he just demanding her why she would do that!! 😩 but then there’s also geralt snarling and being so horny to defile sweet summer in the dirtiest ways and positions she could not think possible 🧎🏾‍♀️ (someone throw water, I need to cool down 🥵)

We've come too far. We're deep in it (like Geralt wants to be deep in our guts). Geeeeez. Anyway I could totally see Jaz just assuming the worst. Gasp! If she attempted to dismiss summer for her thievery. Oh god. Geralt would snap. The only thing keeping him sane in his marriage is the little maid who tolerates his silence without trying to fill it with nonsense ramblings.

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“Geralt is gonna do his duty bc he aint no oath breaker” that’s pretty hot 🚶🏾‍♀️… just about him not being an oath breaker, not about fucking Jaz 😂 I love how he fucking dismisses her like she thinks her “pretty face” will do anything and she’ll think she can walk over geralt but honey nooooo😂 she’s in for a reality check 😂 geralt is geralt! He’s not taking shit from anyone especially from fucking spoiled brats … and you’re right it will take Jaz some time until it clicks and it’s going to bruise her ego. And also how mean can Jazlene get?🥹. Like also geralt wants summer to follow him like a puppy and she has to obey because he’s her master now ( when the union is tied) and I love how you mentioned geralt sneering at summer and thinking she did something wrong but no girl he wants you so badly!! Like I love the idea of geralt giving summer pretty things!! Like that necklace or even giving her a pretty dress 😩🥹 (I’m sorry I’m all over the place but bon appetit because roo is cooking up good 😂, cheers on your mortgage 🥂 )

Geralt is just a matter of fact guy. He has to put it down but as long as he's living up to the contract he made, he can have his cake on the side. Jazlene is spoiled and selfish. She might be entertaining but what concern has she shown for anyone but herself. We will see what happens when her jealousy breaks through. She wouldn't be as furious if it was just another noble woman bc that's fair competition, expected, but a maid?! A MAID?!

Geralt definitely wants his handmaid at his beck and call. Yet he will be like a puppy, or maybe more a wolf prowling. And I can see Summer thinking she isn't good enough for the pretty things. Oh! Imagine he gave her something pretty but Summer gave it to Jazlene, either just thinking she'd have more use of it, or it would go with her outfit, or just being kind. Oop. Geralt can't wield his material things over her. The very thing he admires is also his bane.

And him snarling with the horniness. I can't get enough. He just wants it so bad and because he's trying to be a good king, he will resist as long as he can. As far as he can. He will push those boundaries. A maid to keep me warm, nothing more. A maid to bring me my meals, nothing more. A maid to tend my bath... there's something more beneath the water ahaha.

And thank ee so much!

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“So you know he isn't done.” You’re making me thirsty😩. Because god damn he’s like a fucking bull 🫶🏾

Ready to destroy that vagina again and again. Bet he has access to her personal details through that app...

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Wait roo!🥹 like I just finished reader Make You Work and god damn it was so hot! Like being stretched so good by Clark and him splitting you open! Like that was so hot because he’s so thick and he’s fucking you hard and good because he just can’t keep his hands off reader 🥲 and then just for him to crack his neck, take a deep breath and get his curls out his face (which was all hot to be honest 🥵) when he’s finished and leaves you a melted exhausted puddle on the floor, legs shaking like born baby deer 🥹??? He just up and left ?😩😩😩he just said good workout and left 🥹🥹😖! Like Clark come back 😔😂 loved it all though 🤓

Okay but the man don't quit. He's a gym fiend. He believes in working out every day! So you know he isn't done.

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My mortgage is signed!

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Geralt rebuking Jazlene for being ungrateful in front of the servants. Like this isn't your castle no more. You might be married to the king but he is still THE king.

I think while Jazlene is fawning as bride to be, once she is married and feels herself to be the queen, she will try to step to her husband. She doesn't realise that the way her mother snipes her father isn't going to fly in her own marriage.

what happens when geralt complains about servants conditions tho?

In what way? He could make them better himself. Likely what he will do. He's not ignorant, he knows with his position, he has people below him however I wonder if we'll see that servants are better kept in the winter lands.

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Geralt will take husbandly rights. Whatever belogns to his wife, belongs to him. Thus through marriage he would be Summer's master. She must obey.

are they really gonna marry? i feel like geralt would throw her aside once he achieve his goal. hm. if they marry, would he ever try to make her serve summer somehow? i mean, i'm guessing he wouldn't wed summer but he doesn't desire jazlene, and if she is to cruel to summer would he try to shift that balance? just to put her in her place, to show her he's in charge. maybe once he takes her away from her family? 🍀

Political marriages. Dustan might be cowardly but he's right. Intermarrying between two formerly split kingdoms is good for unificiation. Look at Henry VII and Elizabeth of York.

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hmm. thots you say. okay, so we know geralt acknowledges reader while others don't. they might have a conversation about something she likes, and later he might deliver it to her. as a gift, you know, because she takes care of him. (he looks like a ruler that is kind to his servants in his own stern way.) this might sweep summer off her feet, and create a jealousy and hatred in jazlene. she may TRY to be cruel to her, geralt won't allow it, and it may heat up the rumors. maybe causes other servants to turn on her. in the end makes her dependent only to geralt.

but. jazlene will of course do something to her. she may physically harm summer. lock her in dungeons. maybe even tries to kill her. (imagine her stealing one of geralt's potions when she nuzzles up to him) geralt notices this. caress the scar on her face and maybe they kiss and cuddle more 🥰 or maybe he gets furious because reader is like "i'm merely a servant, i belong to her, she can kill me if she wishes" (i know it's a bit dark but this is a dark fic... so...) and he pushes and pushes her just to test her loyalty. like, if the king wants you to fuck him, and says that if you don't he'll do something to harm your master, but if you do you'll be a betrayer... i mean... yeah. sorry it's not horny horny, we love a good mindfuck tho 😔

oh. maybe jazlene goes all horny on geralt while summer is in the room. they make out a bit. geralt's eyes are on summer's the whole time. he moans a bit louder just so she can hear it. imagine jazlene on her knees and summer at the door and geralt only watching summer while thinking it's her. imagine summer looking up for a moment, noticing this and freezing in shock. or looking down immediately just for geralt to say something like "no, don't break it" making her watch them. he'll rebuke her for it later of course 🍀

I can see him doing little things. He says he isn't much for sweets and always leaves the dessert for her. He sees her smelling flowers so he brings her a bunch. But that only makes her nervous and confused. She sees how he disdains Jaz and she doesn't know how to handle that. Maybe even blames herself for how he treats Jaz. But it's also dangerous for sure.

Jazlene has potential to be very mean especially if she feels threatened but she doesn't realise that Geralt won't have much reason to keep her once he's won the war. A traitor's daughter isn't worth much more than the traitor himself. He is patient and wise and he can figure out how to absolve himself of her.

Geralt will take husbandly rights. Whatever belogns to his wife, belongs to him. Thus through marriage he would be Summer's master. She must obey.

Jazlene tryna make the moves all while Geralt can't keep his mind of Summer is also something I have in my head. I can see him getting frustrated with Jazlene touching him bc it's not the touch he wants. He just storms out with a sneer in Summer's direction and she thinks maybe she overstayed her welcome or something but really he just needs her so bad.

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I can imagine Summer worrying about Jaz and her reaction whenever King Geralt is showering her with unwanted affection but Jaz doesn’t notice shit. It’s as much a blessing as it’s a curse coz on one end she doesn’t have to listen to Jaz going off on her, but then again there is no one to stop Geralt from doing what he is doing to her.

My insides are preparing to be rearranged for this fic ✨

Hahah. Exactly. And Jaz is so obtuse she's whining to her maid about her husband. Just does not pick up any hints bc she's so focused on herself.

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Jazlene's going to be not too happy in the coming chapters. She's been brushed aside by Geralt during their first meeting. Summer spent the night with Geralt, and Jazlene's not going to listen to the reason that Summer was only used as a human teddy bear.

And from what I see from the preview, Jazlene's going to see Geralt being more doting towards Summer, even if we see it as something else.

Hm. Well. Jazlene is so high on her own ego, she won't be so quick to see Summer as competition. It will take time for it to click bc who would want a servant, especially over a noble woman. She might not even realise Summer was there all night bc she doesn't care about the help.

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what happens when geralt complains about servants conditions tho?

In what way? He could make them better himself. Likely what he will do. He's not ignorant, he knows with his position, he has people below him however I wonder if we'll see that servants are better kept in the winter lands.