Okay, so as I've said I would, we have a bonus chapter to focus on the Lady of Larks and her trauma.
I'll admit I had to go to a pretty dark place to make this chapter a reality, it was not easy to write.That being said, major content warning with mentions of PTSD and sexual assault and the trauma associated with that.
If this makes you uncomfortable, hang in there, I have more chapters planned for the main story line (plus a couple more bonus chapters).Also I as a writer recognize that r*pe related trauma is not a universal experience, and it affects people in different and varying ways. If you have been through a similar experience, know you are not alone.
The following story also takes place during the Baptism of Fire story line more or less.
"No...no...please...stop...."
Your pleas in your sleep along with your thrashing about in your sleep bag stirred some in the group who made camp for the night.
Among those was Geralt who was quick to get on his feet and approach you. The witcher was followed by Jaskier who took a few seconds more to realize what was happening.
Zoltan Chivay and Cahir were a little slower to wake, Zoltan rubbing his eyes, "what is going on now?" he asks, "are we under attack again?"
"No," was Milva's answer as she approached with concern, "it's happening again."
"Go away....get away..." you continue as your nightmares of the Rogue Prince continue to haunt you.
"(y/n)?" Geralt places a hand on your shoulder and tries to shake it in an attempt to wake you. "(y/n)! You're having a nightmare! Wake up! (y/n)!"
"GET AWAY!" you scream, eyes wide as you bolt up from where you laid.
You broke out in cold sweat, panting hard like you had been running for your life. Considering what your nightmare consisted of, you might as well have."(y/n)-" Geralt tried to touch you again, but you slap his hand and back away from no one in particular, clearly still in panic mode and hyperventilating.
"He's coming, he's coming for me. He's coming for me, he's coming for me...""(y/n), you were having a nightmare," Jaskier tries to reason but you didn't listen, only screaming and crying in response.
"He's coming for me again."Geralt and Jaskier only exchange concerned looks, completely at a loss of what to do.
"What do we do?" Jaskier whispers to the witcher.
"(y/n)," Geralt tries again in a soft voice, slowly approaching, staying at a certain distance to keep you from feeling like you were suffocating.
"He's not coming for you again, (y/n)."You feel your breath return to normal, looking around to see Geralt kneeling in front of you. To his left you see Jaskier and to the right you see Milva and Regis and the others in the group staring at you.
It was just a nightmare, you realize.
You were not in King's Landing anymore. You were not being abused at the hands of Daemon Targaryen anymore...you didn't have Aemma in your arms anymore. You had escaped...but at the cost of losing your daughter in the process.You felt the tears threaten to spill. You place your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from making any weeping sounds.
"(y/n)," you hear Geralt say, empathy conveyed in his tone.
You lean into Geralt, not caring about the scene you were probably causing before the company, "he took my daughter from me," you whisper as you sob incoherently into Geralt's shoulder, "My Aemma...my little girl."
"I know...I know," Geralt rubs your back for comfort, sadness filling inside him for you, and the anger for the man who did this to you rising.
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A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: A Witcher/House of the Dragon Crossover
ФанфикThe sister of the Bard Jaskier, and a talented bard in her own right, had came to Westeros initially to make a name for herself. In her ambition, she ended up catching the attention of a certain Rogue Prince whose ambitions may outweigh her own. Wh...