𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒳𝒳𝒱𝐼𝐼𝐼

[𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒳𝒳𝒱𝐼𝐼𝐼
[Someone....seemingly innocuous

Celestria POV

"Look, I'm sorry," Yarpin apologizes for possibly the third time in a row. "I wouldn't have invited you if I knew it weren't safe,"

"We know, but now you can make it up to us," My eyes glance at Cirilla, her features sharp with a determination I haven't seen in a long time. Frustration etching itself along the edges of her face as angry tangles into her eyes.

"You have a caravan leaving tomorrow, right?" Geralt inquires, his gaze falling to the dwarf.

"Aye. To Hagge,"

"I want to go with you," Cirilla speaks up again.

"By yourself?"

"Not quite," I chuckle softly as I stand next to her. My hand rests against my stomach, my body feeling almost hollow without the feeling of my son against my chest, Corina and Yennefer having taken him to Valhalla to stay with my brothers.

"We'll be there too. But it's important that no one knows that," Ciri steps forward a pace or two. "Or else this plan isn't going to work,"

Yarpin chuckles mischievously, a sound I've heard one to many times. "Count me in. Tell me what I need to do,"

"There's only one monster handler reckless enough to own a Jackapace," Geralt begins to explain the plan. "Names Veldhoek. Nasty fellow with a nasty habit,"

"Rience hired Veldhoek to find me. Now they'll want to hear about your convoy,"

"We need you to complain about the spoiled brat who ruined Belleteyn for everyone," Speaking with a smirk as Yarpin mirrors mine, realizing where we're going with this plan. "They'll know who you're talking about,"

"And how much that information is worth," Ciri adds.

"Hold up buttercup," Yarpin puts a pin in our plan explaining. "You think this mage is gonna believe you'd let Ciri ride without an escort?"

I grin up at Geralt before turning back to Yarpin. 'She'll be travelling with someone we trust,"

"Somone...seemingly innocuous,"