My Witcher, My Warlord, My Husband

Chapter 1

"Jaskier, I know I am putting a lot on your shoulders. And I'm not trying to pressure you into anything but I just hope you will marry him"

Jaskier listened to his father's guilt ridden voice, he wasn't really bothered by this idea of arrange marriage thing he knew being born in the Viscount family, his marraige will probably be never his decision. And he actually didn't care much, he accepted it because he always thought his parents would never choose a bad partner, if it was up to them. Now with the upcoming conditions he can only wish that his husband has pure heart and would listen to him.

Sighing he nodded, "Don't worry Papa, I know you are doing this out of helplessness, not because you had a choice. And I am not holding it against you."

He smiled when his father choked back a sob as he said "Oh Dear Vishnu, What have I done to deserve such a good son like you?"

Chuckling he skidded past his steps to hug his father, who hugged him back with just as much power as he could muster sobbing silently on his hair before kissing his forehead and looking at him "You're so brave, Elaine will be proud of you for being this strong.

His heart thundered at the mention of his mother, he nodded back before leaving his father with another hug.

As the doors shut, he let out a sigh. He knows he is brave but truthfully now more than ever he feels a little anxious, after all he is going to get married to a total stranger in a month. Well not exactly a stranger since the whole Continent is aware of Kaer Mohen sitting atop the coldest and highest of the mountains, and their residents, the Witchers.

The Witchers are mutants made by horrific experiments and chemicals guzzled down their body, giving them heightened senses as far as he knows they used to help people stray off and kill monsters who were harming the humankind but stopped suddenly. As much as people like to gossip shit like they isolated themselves because of their own selfishness, he knows it is far from the real truth.

From what he had gathered from his beautiful mother, they were made to isolate themselves because of people, who instead of praising them for their protection started to turn on them and hunting them instead. So being done with the prejudice all the Witchers gathered at Kaer Mohen and locked themselves, they stayed away and now those same bastards who deemed them to be monsters are pleading for thier help.

Jaskier's father has told him that all kings and queen have aligned and decided to ask for their help, in exchange of giving them something, a bride. It was an old world law, when you need something from others just exchange your fucking kids like they are not living breathing people just sack of potatoes.

So for an unknown reason all of them thought of no one better than Viscount's elder son to be the Witcher's bride. His father has protested against it but they wouldn't budge ganging up on him. He believes they all already had this ulterior motive since in his father's leadership people have always been welcoming of all kinds of creatures elves, drawves, and now Witchers.

And even to his and their surprise, he is quite happy that he is going to get married to a Witcher instead of those horrible nobles who only snarl upon him or make lustful comments how they will bed him and keep his belly full with babies. Mind numbing assholes, all of them. It's not like he hates children but like hell he wants to be treated as only a broodmare, fuck all of them. He graduated from Oxenfurt with excellence.

So now it is upon him to marry the King of Witchers, Geralt, of whom he hasn't even known the name of before this morning, apparently everybodt knows him as the White Wolf of Rivia. He has no idea how the man looks, how he walks, how he talks, does he prefer his muffin buttered or unbuttered. He knows nothing but one that is he is ruthless, which is such a great thing to tell to someone who is about to get married to that guy. As the story Nilfguard tried to take them down the White Wolf alone has made a freaking record painting the streets with blood, Jaskier can only wish  the man on the battlefield is not the same about to be sleeping next to him.