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Darkness before Dawn VI: A Friend?

Summary: You meet the ghost that doesn’t seem to want to harm you and she tells you what she wants. Geralt confronts Jaskier on his motives for introducing him to you, only to let on that he has some kind of feelings for you. 

Warnings: fluff, angst, strong language, slight horror themes, mentions of infidelity, ghosts

Word Count: 2,458

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You’re not jealous of your sister for having to take these lessons on how to be a queen and how to rule a country. You’d rather be in your room, painting, instead of being asking the histories of the continent and having your sister glaring at the protective circle you sit-in along with the Witcher bodyguard behind you. 

Geralt knows you’d rather be in your room too. He can sense it in you. He doesn’t mind Charlotte staring at him. Being a Witcher, he’s gotten used to the lingering eyes of people. But he can see in your body that you don’t like your sister’s stares. 

Returning to your chambers, you breathe out a long sigh of relief and drop a stance that Geralt hadn’t noticed you had been keeping up since leaving the library. Running your hands through your hair, Geralt spots that bandage around your forearm and notices that it needs to be changed. 

When he steps forward and clears his throat, you turn around to face him and drop your arms to your side. “Your wounds…” he trails off, nodding down to your injured arm.

Your head drops to look at your forearm that you touch lightly. Ida cast a spell to take the pain away and to help it heal, knowing just from looking at it that it wouldn’t heal without any scarring and that it’s causing you some pain. Taking away the pain ended up taking away the memory that you had the injury. 

And you can see that the bandages need to be changed too. “Oh,” you whisper, moving to sit on the chair closest to you as he turns to get the ointment and bandages that have taken up space on top of the fireplace before he pulls a chair forward to sit in front of you. 

You watch him slowly undo the bandage around your arm and bite your lip to see the claw marks again. “You still haven’t told me about that spirit you saw before your aunt walked in yesterday,” he mentions, slightly reminding you of your promise to tell him everything so he knows more about what he’s dealing with. 

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