Y/n L/n, the Queen of Dragons. But the thing is, she thinks no one knows she is queen...
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When Y/n runs away from the war, she stumbles upon a Witcher. A one who when he first laid eyes on her, he was instantly in love.
He will, and has protecte...
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(Long Hair)
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(You probably need a lot of hair to do this, but this is the "shortest" hairstyle I could find for short hair readers. <3)
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"Right, so stick close to me, look mean and pretend you're a mute," Jaskier said.
Geralt kept staring at you, the way you had your hair done, the way your eyes stood out with the dress and your skin tone, he thought you looked like a Queen.
His hand made circles on your back, keeping you close to him, glaring at all the men who stared at you.
"Can't have anyone finding out who you both are," Jaskier said.
"GERALT OF RIVIA! AND Y/N OF THE DRAGON MOUNTAINS!" Someone shouted.
"Oh, shit," Jaskier said.
"I haven't seen you, Witcher, since the plague," The man said, approaching you and Geralt. "And you, Y/n, look more beautiful than any man could describe."
"Hm, pleasure," You said, sarcastically.
"Good times, Mousesack," Geralt said, changing the subject.
