☜ The Witcher Imagines ☞

Imagine Cahir finds you instead of Ciri

Requested

Nilfgaard was travelling up from the south, furthering their empire with the colossal conquest of every kingdom standing in their way.

It was a beautiful act of destruction decorated with the curling wisps of fire, horrific screams of men, women and children, absolute slaughter which struck fear into every breathing soul.

However, despite being a living soul you always had a keen interest in death. The first time you killed it was the village cat and you sat in awe as you watched the life drain from its eyes and it's chest slowly grow still with the lack of breath. You were probably crazy but who was to know with your dazzling smile, pretty
(H/C) hair and deep, (E/C) eyes which entranced any boy- then man as you grew older.

Your body was the perfect weapon, crafted in your own mother's womb as was your mind. Slowly, you moved from village boys to travelling traders, their eyes full of lust as their libido spiked at the sight of you. They gifted jewels, dresses, broaches and coin, the barons gave blessed food, make up. The lords? Embroidered gowns fit for a princess and ruby rings that dazzled upon your fingers. By the time you reached for the King's heir, you were made for the royal life.

While you brushed down your locks of (H/C) you watched as your husband, the new King of Redania, assessed every inch of your body; just as in love as he was the day he saw you.

"We leave for Cintra's court tomorrow morn" Dorin announced with a slight smirk, his body perfectly extended across the bed.

You placed down your brush in curiosity, "Cintra? What's there?".

"A princess for our son", you covertly rolled your eyes at the notion. The princess was claimed by a Witcher through the law of surprise, you watched all those years ago as the late Princess Pavetta pathetically choked up bile upon the ballroom's marble (the same one you had installed in your study after admiring the golden work woven throughout the stone).

"Our son is barely three" you scoffed with obvious dislike for the proposal. If your son was going to marry it wouldn't be to some Witcher's future whore.

"Besides the point my love-" Dorin reassured before he hopped from the bed and massaged your shoulders, "- Cintra is powerful. With our son ruling over both Calanthe's Kingdom and Redania we'll be-",

"Calanthe wouldn't allow her daughter to marry outside her circle. She's too proud... pig-headed".

Dorin crouched beside your silk night gown and kissed your hand with much adoration and worship, "trust me, my Queen. We will succeed".

You didn't trust anyone and you certainly wouldn't start with your son's marriage arrangement.

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The vials of poison were gently placed in your extended hand while your other held your son, you could practically feel his delicate and fine brown hair tickle you nose as you kissed the crown of his head and comforted him with whispered words of love.

Technically, you couldn't love but by god you'd die for this boy and his bright eyes, little hands and squeals of laughter.
You felt the guard's potent look of pity in his eyes but you weren't going to die, not on this day.

"(Y/N)-" your husband called from the bed, his eyebrows furrowed at the sight of only two vials in your hands.
"- what's going on?".

You reassured Dorin with a toothy smile, "nothing, my love. I'll watch over you as you sleep".

Dorin gulped down his fear as he watched you sit your son gently on your lap with his head resting against your breast. You took the temporary silence to comb through his hair before finally setting him down and preparing the poison for your husband.

What Dorin didn't know was only his would contain certain death.

With muted excitement you poured his last drink. It had been years since your last kill after your last three husbands. After all, it would slate your name to be divorced but not a young, grieving widower.

"Here Dorin-" You soothed with a hushed voice, "- drink up".

Dorin cast an uncertain gaze your way before taking the glass shakily into his hands.

"I'll see you again" he promised and with that he gulped down the poison and laid alone upon the sheets.

"Well... not anytime soon".

You weren't sure if the paleness that flashed onto his face was due to the poison or realisation but in any case you were free to run. You quickly pulled on your cloak and your son's, pulled him close to your chest and ran.

You got as far as the forest surrounding the castle with your breaths panting and calves growing weak with the running. Thankfully, your son was such a smart boy with no moan or cry and you reminded him of this as you proceeded onward.

Nothing could stop you, because if you did, this would all be for naught. You didn't care for Dorin's sacrifice, it was barely a sacrifice at all, you simply wanted to survive... survival was your only desire.

It'd been a day before you ran into Nilfgaard's soldiers of black armour, their formations intimidating as they cornered you amongst the readily awoken forest. They circled you with determined eyes, straight-laced expressions and swords carrying no mercy: these men were ready to kill.

"What do we have here?" One upon a horse questioned, his voice like silk against your shallow breaths of adrenaline.
"Not a village girl, you're dressed too finely for that... perhaps a lady- from Cintra I suppose".

At his boring sarcasm you spat onto the ground with a boiling frustration. How could you get into this mess? This, of course, had to be Dorin's fault with his brilliant idea of marrying your son to Cintra's only princess.

"If you think I support those arrogant fucks you'd let down my expectations greatly" You hissed as you held your child closer.

"Your expectations?-" the man questioned as he jumped down from his horse, "- and what would those be?".

Nilfgaard, an empire on the rise to greatness, what a powerful authority to exploit.

"Well, I was assuming your empire laid their power in their intelligence, I appear I was incorrect".

He laid down his forces, relaxed their resolve with a raise of his hand.

"I suppose I could change your mind?".

You smiled, not as the doting wife to the King of Redania but as (Y/N), the poor village girl who admired death so fondly.

You stared straight into the man's grey eyes, "you could try".

Immediately, Cahir was intrigued by you, your resolve and the distant look now clear amongst your (E/C) orbs. What a beautiful asset you could be with much knowledge of a kingdom he had yet to conquer.

"Challenge accepted, my Lady".

02012020 - 1146

I'm going to see Frozen 2 today!
I'm so excited and love a bit of Disney to start off the new year.
This was requested by EspressoShots_ and I hope you enjoyed this imagine.
(I know I went dark and I just realised you asked for cute, so I'm EXTREMELY SORRY if you don't like it)
Requests are open until January 7th 2020 after that I might not be taking any for a longgggggggg while.
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