Fanfictions

The Prince's Servant

Jaskier did it all, he cooked, he cleaned, he entertained. He really was the best catch of them all, so when Jaskier was offered to the kings son as a hand servant he felt lucky. He would be able to serve someone that could really matter in the long run, if he became friends with him, and led him to see the people as his allies and truly worth his time he was certain he could sway the prince to be a king that was for the people when he grew older. He wanted to be a confidant, a friend, and maybe even more. Meeting the prince had been a wonderful and joyous occasion, while he was practically being traded for goods to become the servant he honestly was okay with it. He was happy he could help his family and he had always wanted to go the castle, meet the people of the higher order, and attend royal parties if he could.

He had heard these kind of parties were wonderous and had more food on the table then he had ever seen in his life.

Prince Geralt examined the boy who was to be his friend and confidant. Jaskier was dressed in his best clothes, and while it wasn't exactly well to do clothing it still looked nice on the slender framed man. Jaskier was seventeen and the young prince was just coming upon his eighteenth year. Jaskier was excited to attend his coming of age party. He was the youngest of four boys, and while his prospects of being king was low there were other kingdoms he could be married off to. His other brothers Eskel, Lambert, and Coen had other prospects and Lambert being the eldest would most likely take over this kingdom in full once their father passed.

The kingdom had seen little war, and the king was doing his best to assert his knights within the people and hoped they could be properly fed but there was still much strife and little coin in the pockets of merchants and villagers. He certainly tried his best, but most royals were unable to fully understand how his people were living without visiting them. Without knowing how they were truly living and Jaskier wanted to make a difference. Wanted to teach Geralt about the way the people were living, how they survived.

Jaskier followed Geralt up to his room past large glass windows and marbled staircases. He was mesmerized by the chandelier on the second floor. It was a multitude of different crystals and the light hit it just perfectly that it colored the white floors of the castle. "Your name is?"

"Jaskier, I'm at your service young prince."

"You can just call me Geralt." He muttered as he sat back and looked out the window towards the horse barns. His prized mare trotted about whinnying as if she knew he was watching her. "I.. I'm a bit hungry would you mind going down to the kitchen and getting me some fruit and wine?"

"Of course my prin- Geralt. Just down the stairs and to the left correct?" Jaskier asked trying to find his surroundings in the castle, he had gotten a small tour by a butler earlier but it wasn't much.

"Two flights, and to the left." Geralt remarked picking his knife up twirling it under his palm. Jaskier smirked and nodded running off to get the prince what he desired.

The kitchen workers were very kind, they helped him find Geralt's favorite wine and fruits. He carried it up the stairs careful not to drop it on the white tile. He knocked once to let him know he was entering once more and slipped inside his bedroom. He handed him his wine and began to cut up the fruits and served it to him as he sat and watched him. He tried not to be creepy about it but he also wanted to be attentive.

The next few days were the same, Jaskier served him and told him stories of his past. After half a week Jaskier and Geralt went down to the stables. Geralt smiled, which Jaskier hadn't seen him do much of since he had arrived, once they made it up to a brown horse. "This is Roach," Geralt explained.

Jaskier smiled reaching out his hand and the mare lowered her head to allow him to pet her. Geralt smiled, hardly anyone was allowed to touch his horse. Even most of his brothers couldn't get close to her. His father, King Vesemir, was also unable to get near the mare even when she was a filly. "She's very lovely." He smiled patting her mane once more. She pressed her muzzle up against his cheek and Gearlt grinned trying to hide how pleased he was that Roach liked this new boy. Geralt climbed on top of her and began to ride, Jaskier watched with interest as the prince rode her about the paddock. He smiled and cheered as Geralt began to show off, Roach pounced about and jumped over the logs and barrels that were added into the area for extra play for the horses. As well as training.

Geralt stopped right before Jaskier and reached his hand out towards him. Jaskier's eyes were big as he excepted it and was pulled up behind himself. He wrapped his arms around him tightly trying not to fall off, he just hoped the prince didn't mind he was so close. Geralt hummed feeling the warmth of the boy holding onto him. He liked the way he felt around him, he knew it wasn't what he was expected of as a prince of a future kingdom but he didn't know if he cared much.

Another week passed, each night Geralt thought back to the way he felt with his servant wrapped around him and spending time with Roach. It was good for him. He liked it, certainly liked how he felt with him. Jaskier was holding his wine glass and another plate of fruit for the prince when he stood up and took the glass and the plate setting it on the nearest table. Jaskier stepped back a bit fearful he had done something wrong. Instead Geralt cupped his cheek. "Would you like to be my date to my coming of age party?"

"You..you're serious?"

"Yes," Geralt smiled, "not just as a friend but as a date."

"I'd love that..."

Jaskier grinned as Gearlt pulled him closer and stole a kiss. "Tell no one, alright?"

"Yes my prince." Jaskier grinned bouncing on his heels.

"It's Geralt, buttercup." Geralt mumbled kissing him softly once more.

Jaskier went to bed that night dreaming of parties and dancing, stolen kisses with a prince, and forbidden horseback riding into the woods.

He couldn't wait to continue his life as the princes friend, confidant, and hopefully lover even if it had to be hidden behind closed doors.