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Chapter Fourteen: You're not completely horrible...

Jordan was up on her feet less than a half an hour after Yennefer finished closing her wound with the spell. Though, as they were pressed for time, she would still have a substantial scar...

"No!" Jordan protested to Yennefer asking her to dress in a gown.

"Why not? You need to look-" Jordan cut her off.

"Like a bitch? No, I don't think so..." she groaned, "Why not something like what you're wearing? Or what about a doublet? I'll even take a tunic and trousers, I don't care! I am not wearing a dress!" Jordan was adamant as she stood there in a towel, having just gotten out of the bath.

Yennefer rolled her eyes, "Fine. What if I shorten the front and split the skirt so you can wear leggings and a high boot underneath?" she suggested and Jordan found it sufficient enough...

***

Jordan walked with Yennefer, fidgeting with the sleeves of her black and purple gown, pulling at her lace gloves and fighting to keep her breaths even in a corset...

Her dark gown was form fitting and accentuated her breasts and hips. The neck line drew attention to her chest as directly in the middle, there was a diamond shaped broach, the color of fire. With the dress, she also wore black lace gloves to match the lace on her sleeves, and knee high black boots.

Jordan's white hair was put up into a braided bun, with left over curled strands and a few wolfsbane flowers were threaded into her bun.

She growled at how frilly she looked, but Yennefer just stood by admiring her work, "I look like an expensive Passiflora whore," Jordan sighed heavily, not wanting to deal with noble bullshit.

Yennefer chuckled, "You can burn the dress later. Now, we must get you something to eat. Geralt has already spoken with the Emperor, thanks to your fussing," she advised and they got walking...

***

As they walked through the halls, headed for the kitchens to steal something to eat, they found Geralt leaving Emhyr's​ study...

When he saw Jordan, he looked no less livid than he was, but relief was visible in his eyes, "You're tougher than you look," he smirked, adjusting the black velvet sleeves of his suit.

"And you're...tall, I guess? I don't know. I'm going to steal some food," Jordan chuckled and Geralt rolled his eyes.

"I could go for a bite," he said and Yennefer smiled.

"Good," she spoke up, "Because I'm off to Ard Skellig and you two should eat before heading to Velen," Yennefer suggested and Jordan raised a brow before she disappeared through a portal without another word.

The two Witchers shuddered, "I hate portals-" they both paused at saying the same thing in unison. They just laughed at this before getting on their way...

***

The kitchen staff watched in horror, having offered to feed them and regretting it as they packed away food like a pair of chipmunks packing on the ounces for winter...

Jordan held up a small tomato and tossed it to Geralt, who caught it in his mouth. Both of them laughed, throwing their hands up in the air and cheering before knocking back their mugs and drinking Emhyr Var Emeries out of palace and home...

***

Later that day, Geralt's things were returned, along with Jordan's swords and her satchel, as well as a new set of travelling clothes...

She walked out of the stables in her new leather battle dress, split up the front and sides, scaled mail arm bracers with cloth sleeves underneath that reached just above her biceps, held with elastic, thigh high laced boots over her black leather leggings, which were fleece-lined. Around her shoulders. And to top it off, she wore a dark grey cloak, much like Geralt's. Her white hair was very simply braided back in a French manner...

She adjusted her swords a final time, reaching their horse where Geralt was finishing up with packing supplies...

"Ready to go?" Jordan asked, "Or are there pleased chambermaids coming to wave little handkerchiefs?" she joked, making Geralt smile.

"If there are, then I suggest we hurry up and get outta here," he said before mounting up and Jordan nodded, taking his hand as he offered it. Geralt hauled her up to sit behind him in the saddle.

Jordan wrapped her arms around his waist, "When do I get my own horse, exactly? Not that Roach isn't great, but if this keeps up, I'm gonna start thinking you actually enjoy having me around," she rolled her eyes as he took the reins firmly in hand, kicking his horse and getting them on their way.

"Well, you're not completely horrible. At least you can hold your drink well enough," Geralt chuckled as they left the gates.

Jordan took a bit of pride in that, "Well, in that case, wake me when we get to Velen, Wolf," she sighed before resolving to rest her head against the center of his shoulders, putting her hood up and getting some rest...