Mainly based on the Netflix series, with some knowledge used from the books and games.
Chased away from her home in which she'd poured her heart and soul into, by people only seeking to destroy for no bigger purpose than establishing reputation. Tha...
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Myrcella and Renfri had agreed that Myrcella would stay hidden until needed, if it ever came to that. So Myrcella watched from the shadows as the Witcher stepped into the street where the whole thing would take place.
He was tall, muscly, his skin was fair, and in his chiseled face, incased by long silvery hair, were a pair of amber eyes, looking straight at the men in front of him. He wore a black tunic and pants, had a noticeable pendant around his neck and in his hands was what had really caught Myrcella's eyes; a beautiful sword.
"She knew you'd come." The leader of Renfri's men stepped forward. "Where's Renfri?" The Witcher asked. His voice was much deeper than what she'd expected, but still, that sword was all she could really think about. It almost looked like it could be Highgardian. But Highgarden didn't have Witchers.
"She's at the tower with your little friend, Marilka." At those words Myrcella looked up, her brows furrowed in confusion. Renfri wouldn't do that, would she? The fact that Myrcella even had to ask herself that had her stomach churning nervously at what her friend might have done. She knew Renfri was obsessed with her revenge, to a point where Myrcella put her foot down once in a while and refused to be part of it. Renfri knew where Myrcella drew the line, and she'd never crossed it before.
Marilka was a tough girl, the daughter of the city's alderman, and a real sweetheart in Myrcella's eyes. She'd spoken to her many times and helped her with her chores around the city too. Renfri knew Myrcella cared for the girl, she wouldn't hurt her, not really. Myrcella hoped..
"She gave us a message to pass on to you." One of the other men spoke up. "–You have to choose the lesser evil. It's an ultimatum." Myrcella sighed. Of course she'd given him an ultimatum like he had given her.
The leader pulled his sword and as the other men followed, the Witcher sighed annoyed uttering a "Fuck." under his breath.
Myrcella watched as the Witcher then killed one man after the other, mercilessly splitting sculls and chests until none were left alive.
"Witcher!" The sound of Renfri's voice made Myrcella look to her in surprise. This wasn't going like they'd planned. "Geralt!" Anger clouded her eyes as she realised that those men had spoken the truth. Renfri had a knife pressed to Marilka's throat as the girl cried to the Witcher for help. "Geralt!" Myrcella's heart ached at her screams. Renfri had crossed the line, and Myrcella knew she was aware.
"You chose." Renfri said darkly looking at her dead men scattered on the ground around the Witcher. "Let the girl go." He said, his voice still calm as ever.
"I will kill her. I will kill everyone here until Stregobor comes down." Myrcella held her breath as Renfri tightened her hold on Marilka. She would have to interfere soon. She wouldn't let Marilka get hurt.
