The voice grows louder as the speaker comes closer and Geralt feels the ripples of two approaching figures as they flow through the water to batter gently against his skin. Geralt’s fanlike fins are trembling with nerves and he tries with all his might to make them to stop the young Prince of the Northern Sea doesn’t want to appear cowardly before his betrothed, whose tone seems imperious even from such a distance. His words echo down the long hallway that separates the royal family’s private living chambers from the rest of the Southern palace. “I don’t want to meet him,” Geralt hears the stranger yelling. Tw: Geralt’s canon-typic self-loathing, misunderstandings with a happy ending
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