ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sʜɪᴠᴇʀ
ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sʜᴀᴋᴇ
ɪ'ᴍ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴏғ sᴛᴏɴᴇ
ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ
In which Geralt of Rivia is given sole guardianship over his late friend's daughter, a princess of a fallen kingdom
(based off of Netflix's The Witcher)
(not a...
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《 Friend or Foe 》
THE SMOKE had already begun to pollute the air around the castle. Screams and weapons clashing echoed outside. Soon enough, they would reach the castle itself.
The only princess of the soon to be fallen kingdom was peacefully sleeping, not knowing the destruction going on outside the city walls. She was awoken from her sleep by her mother, Queen Nymeria.
The princess rubbed her tired eyes and looked at her mother who was trying her best to conceal her anxiety.
A few of the Queen's servants ran around the Princess's room, packing clothes and other things the Princess would need.
"I'm sorry to wake you, my little wildflower, but your godfather's here to take you on an adventure." She smiled at her daughter whose eyes brightened and a smile broke out on her face at the mention of an adventure with her godfather.
Behind her mother was said godfather, Geralt of Rivia. A normal child would have been intimidated by his stoic face, but Illyria had spent enough time with him to know that the worst thing he would do to her is tickle her until her lungs ached from laughing.
The princess dashed out of her bed and sprinted towards Geralt. He knelt down and held out his arms to catch her as she flung herself at him. Once in his arms, he placed a kiss on her forehead and held her close.
One of the King's knights stepped into the room and walked over to the Queen to whisper something in her ear. "They've breached the city walls."
The Queen tried her best to not react so that she wouldn't alarm her daughter. "Is everything packed and ready to go?"
Her servants nodded and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."
One of the servants handed the Queen the Princess's dress and cloak. "Come, child. You must get dressed so that you and Geralt can go on your adventure."
Geralt placed her on the ground so that she could run over to her mother to get dressed.
After the Queen finished dressing her, she grabbed her daughter's face so that she would look her in the eyes. "No matter what happens, you must be strong, my little wildflower. You must live your life to the fullest and never be ashamed for what you are, promise me."
The Princess was confused but nodded. "I promise, Mama."
"Good girl," she said with a smile. "Now, this cloak is special. It will help keep you safe by concealing the shape of your ears. This does not mean you have to be ashamed, do you understand? It is only to help keep you safe."
