Red Witcher

part two

Before Elizabeth could blow out the breath she was holding a strong arm gripped around her waist, pulling her forward.

"Hang on to me."

The deep, gravely voice said, vibrating the hard chest to which Elizabeth clung as she was launched out of the window and into the chilly air.

She must have closed her eyes, for when she warily opened them again, she was looking back, up at the window she had just moments before, been standing in front of.

The next thing she noticed was that she was moving. And fast.

The palace was a blur in the distance as she was turned away and whisked off down the dirt road leading to the Forrest.

Wait.

How?

The Princess looked down now. Breaking from her trance. She sat stop a large chestnut horse, clutching the back of who she assumed was the Witcher she had seen in her room.

He had taken her.

As her senses returned to her, panic began to build inside her. Her chest felt as if a strong man was using her ribs as a accordian. Clutching the Monster hunting murderer tighter her vision swam. Blinking her eyes a few times she felt her tummy turn.

Then. Nothing.

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The ground was cool under her back. Thats all she could think of at this moment. The usually spotless Princess wondered if she had stained her dress, laying on the wet ground like a pig.

Get up.

Her brain yelled at her. But her body would obey. Suddenly she was lifted from the ground. The scent of leather and blood found their way into her nose. Crinkling up her nose, Elizabeth opened her eyes.

"You're okay Elizabeth...just rest. We have far to travel."

The voice again.

His words, strangely comforting.

She felt herself relax slightly. Surely the Witcher had no need to kill her. What was there too gain? Elizabeth allowed her sore body to be lifted onto the horse, sitting now in front of the large man, her head resting against his chest. She gasped slightly as the horse began to canter once again, gripping her arms around the Witcher's waist.

Glancing down at the small Princess in his arms, Geralt couldn't help but stare for a moment. Her eyes were greener than the most lush Forrest. Her hair, though tousled and dirty, shone in the last rays of sunlight which peaked through the high trees through which they traveled.

Tearing his eyes away he watched the distance once again.

"Thank you..."

A small, raspy voice said from against his chest.

A small smile played on the Witcher's lips.

"Your welcome little one."