Broken Heart (Geralt of Rivia x Reader)

Chapter16

After sneaking away from Jaskier and Prince Radovid, you fell back asleep in the cabin with Ciri and awoke a few hours later at dawn.

The sun peeked in through the window across the room. The light beaming past the faded yellow curtains and shining directly at you causing you to squint, raising your hand to shield your eyes from the unexpected brightness.

Ciri was still fast asleep on her bed, but Jaskier wasn't in his. Actually, Jaskier wasn't inside the cabin at all. Had he even come back after last night? Was he okay?

You were up and out of the cabin within a blink of an eye, going straight through the woods to the other small cabin where you had left Jaskier and Prince Radovid to make out in privacy. But to your relief, both men were fast asleep on blankets on the floor, cuddled in each other's arms.

You smiled softly staring at the two of them, your fingers unclenching from around the handle of your sword now that you knew that Jaskier was okay and unharmed.

Silently, you snuck away from the two of them, not wanting to wake them before you made your way back to your cabin, but the second you stepped through the door, your blood turned to ice.

Ciri was gone.

"No, no, no, no." You mumbled to yourself, rushing inside and searching high and low, but the young girl was nowhere to be seen.

Shit.

Footsteps crunched on the leaves outside the cabin. Your Witcher hearing picking up the faint noise with ease as the quiet footsteps appeared to come closer and closer.

You ducked behind the open door of the cabin, your sword held up close to your body while you waited for the person outside to enter. The footsteps continued to get closer, whoever was out there was deliberately trying to tread lightly which meant they didn't want to be heard and that only meant trouble.

A few moments later, Prince Radovid waltzed through the front door, his head frantically looking around the room like he was searching for something... or someone.

You stepped out from behind the door and held your sword out until the blade brushed against the side of his neck. He instantly froze where he stood in the middle of the cabin, his body turning tense.

"Turn around. Slowly." You ordered.

Radovid quickly raised his hands in surrender before slowly turning to face you. His wide terrified eyes met yours briefly before he averted his gaze.

"Where is she?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Where is Ciri? Where's my daughter?!" You questioned, raising your voice a little louder than you intended before you adjusted your sword until the tip of the blade was pressed against his throat.

That was the first time you had referred to Ciri as your own, but the word daughter felt true. She might not be yours biologically, hell, you couldn't have your own kid even if you wanted to, not after the Trials. But Ciri was the closest thing to a daughter you have ever had.

She was Geralt's Child Surprise and she was his daughter now, and yours as well.

"I don't know where she is-" Radovid began to say before you cut him off.

"Don't fucking lie to me. What did you do with her?"

"Ahem." Someone cleared their throat from behind you, but you didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

A look of relief washed over the prince before you, but it was only short lived.

"Jaskier, thank the Gods. This Witcher is threating me. I was just-"