PRINCESS | the witcher

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The princess feels the same attraction Geralt does even though it's wrong. Both can't fight it. They slowly decrease the distance between their lips.

"I think we should get going. We have to be in the cabin on the mountains before sunset", Geralt clears his throat as he realized what they were up to, making Amalia blush. It's wrong, he tells himself.

"Yeah I totally agree", she answers turning back to her horse. The princess tries to subdue the embarrassment knowing that Geralt had done the right thing.

•••

Climbing the steep mountains was already though for the horses even without a rider, so when they reached the snowy part Geralt and Amalia walked next to their horses. The cold temperatures didn't seem to matter to both of them as they were walking and laughing.

The princess walks behind Geralt. Her eyes travel along his body. The witcher is build like a wardrobe. His broad shoulders make him look strong and his white hair floats in the wind. He could possibly look frightening, but not for Amalia. He looks like a Greek god at least for her opinion. She doesn't even understand why everyone seems to hate witchers.

Then she lowers her gaze to the ground and watches the snow crack under her feet. Everything is so peaceful on top of the mountains. If it wouldn't be this cold, Amalia would just escape from the world and hide up here in an old cabin. No father who wants her to marry someone she doesn't love or even knows. Just her and the silence. She glares at Geralt again. And maybe him, a voice whispers in her head, but she immediately works against the thought. Those unrealistic expectations won't help her. That's when Amalia decided to have fun with Geralt (or try to) until they'll reach Aedrin and she has to be the princess and future queen again.

With a smirk on her face, Amalia throws a snowball at Geralt while giggling. Of course the witcher heard her and immediately turns around. He lowers his gaze looking at his chest where the cold white stuff hit him.

"Really Amalia?", he growls und rolls his eyes,"You're just like a small child". The princess walks up to him and fixes her gaze in his golden eyes which seem to glow in the cold environment.

"Be honest", she says while lightly hitting him on the chest,"You actually like being around me. My company is perfect for you".

"Hm", he ignorantly grumbles turning away to go on walking. The princess follows slightly disappointed even though he just did a typical Geralt thing. So it's nothing new.

"Why perfect?", he asks after a while and he suddenly stops walking, making Amalia bump into him.

"Be careful princess", Geralt says unexpectedly calm and caring, facing her with his hands on her shoulders because he though she'd fall.

"Wow", she answers breathless as soon as she saw the cliff which is directly in front of them.

"Um", she mumbles when turning back then continues,"Because you are always so grumpy and silent. I'm usually the opposite. Perfect don't you think?".

A smile appears on his lips hearing her explain. He could listen to her for hours and hours. Well he already does.

He answers after some thine thinking:"You're right. An almost perfect match". Why only almost, Amalia asks herself but decides to not question him about that.

"Look there's the cabin where I planned to camp tonight", he says clam while bending down to her height to show her the brown log cabin. Again their faces were really close but that's nothing new. They both know that their bond means nothing more than friendship, at most. So they just went on like nothing happened and walk through the snow to their camping place.

•••

The princess shivers even though she's wrapped in a big blanket and is still wearing her coat. It's dark outside and the cold wind blows against the walls with loud noises. Amalia isn't used to these circumstances and Geralt notices.

He is laying on his back on the cold floor while the princess is in the only bed. The witcher knows that sleeping with her in one bed would be too much. He can only dream about it but her chattering teeth keep him awake.

"Amalia?", Geralt sits up looking at the princess,"You are cold aren't you?". She answers with a small nod while still shivering. The witcher grumbles deciding what he should do. Doing nothing wouldn't be good at all, but cuddling to keep her warm isn't better either.

He chose the only option that would help Amalia. Now he is laying behind her back in the small bed with his strong arms wrapped around her waist.

The princess shivers stop immediately. Geralts warmth transfers to her body. And that's not the only thing which makes her feel good. Amalia can't deny the fact that his closeness gives her butterflies. For a short moment she was anxious that Geralt would be able to feel her stomach flutter. But that's not possible or is it?

But he couldn't feel it. The only thing he felt fluttering was his own body which started wanting to be even closer to Amalia. She even smelled nice though they have been on the road for weeks. The witcher doesn't understand that. But one thing he knows for sure. He wants to be more than just her watchdog.

Amalia tries to stop herself from shivering underneath his breath which she is able to feel at her neck. She loves the feeling he gives her whenever they are close and the princess is starting to feel bad about the fact that she doesn't tell him. Geralt has a right to know how she feels about him? And maybe he would...

"I like you", somehow the words just came out of her mouth like that while she was thinking about him. But strangely Amalia doesn't even feel a tiny bit of embarrassment, like this was just the right timing.