"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.
„You don't really know me", Geralt whispers in her ear. Somehow he is shocked but then also not at all. It's like they both had the same thing in mind but she was faster.
"I want to though", she smiles while closing her eyes. Amalia is feeling relieved as she was about to fall asleep. Destiny made the right decision for her to say how she feels, even though it's not even close to what she completely feels.
For the first time in long the witcher is feeling loved. Even though she talked about "like" and not truly admitting that she loves him, it exactly feels like that and Geralt loves it. For this night he just wants to lay next to the princess and feel loved as they are sleeping, because he knows, that when tomorrow comes, he will never get another chance to be this close to her.
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When the next day came no one spoke about last night. They traveled down the mountains again like nothing happend. Amalia casually talked about usual things. She loved talking about the flowers and especially the sky. Geralt just grumbles but today he was even more grumpier than normal.
And when they met Jaskier on their way in the next village, Geralt got even more grumpy. The bard alone was annoying enough and Amalia was just bearable. But the two together was miserable.
"What?!", Amalia shouted in shock while restraining laugher,"You dressed Geralt like a silk traitor?". When the bard nodded, the princess starts to laugh out loud.
The witcher doesn't like it. Not at all even though he usually likes her laugh, but Jaskier and Amalia making fun of him was enough. More than enough actually.
"Stop it!", he shouts making Amalia turn around shocked.
Geralt can see the frightened look on her face and immediately regrets to raise his voice. His angry face melts to a soft one again. Then Amalia slowly turns to Jaskier. They stare at each other for a moment. Everything was silent making Geralts tension increase.
What if he did something wrong and the princess doesn't like him anymore? He shouldn't care about that though. She still is the princess, he tells himself.
A smirk appears on Jaskiers lips and within seconds he and Amalia laugh out loud again, like nothing happend. Staring at Geralts annoyed face makes everything even more funny.
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PRINCESS | the witcher
Fanfiction"They shared a bond not even death would violate" • In which Geralt finds himself loving a princess that he can never call his own.