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 happily talked to both Pavetta and Geralt as the queen changed. It was nice having her old and new life collide like that, in form of two people she cared for, meeting and getting along.
"Myrcella, before Highgarden fell, how come your father never had you married? You were of age at the time weren't you?" The Cintran princess asked curiously making Myrcella choke on her drink. Geralt watched amused as Myrcella coughed violently growing a deep shade of red. "I- I uhh.. –Elven tradition is vastly different from humans-" She tried lying but Geralt's deep rumbling laugh stopped her. "Quiet Geralt!" She slapped his shoulder annoyed making Pavetta chuckle too.
"Please Myrcella, tell me, I want to know, the truth this time." She pleaded making the elven queen sigh in defeat. It wasn't something she enjoyed talking about, hence why she often lied instead when asked.
"It wasn't important for me to marry. I can't be with child, so it would be useless since I wouldn't be able to give an heir to the throne." Pavetta looked at her shocked and saddened. She couldn't imagine living her life knowing she could never bear a child. "Why can't you have children?"
"I'm a hybrid, so I'm sterile. Like a mule." Myrcella chuckled at the comparison. "–But you ended up as queen anyway." Pavetta observed cleverly. Myrcella seemed to get stuck on that thought before she smiled warmly at the younger girl.
"Yea, I guess I did.."
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Calanthe groaned as she held her corset clad stomach. "Damn this cursed thing. I'd rather see this night out in armor." She complained fumbling with the skirt of the heavy dress.
"As would I." Geralt agreed stretching and flexing his muscles under the confining and itchy costume Jaskier had ever so kindly picked out for him. "Indeed. Tell me how does a witcher find himself at my daughter's wedding feast? I know Myrcella came here alone." Calanthe stated curiously as she looked down to the other queen surrounded by young men wanting her to dance with them or tell them stories of her journeys.
"I'm protecting the bard from vengeful royal cuckolds." Geralt explained shooting the musician a sour look. "Ha! Idiots, the lot of them. Still, I'm glad of your company, which could prove handy. I have no doubt blood will spill here tonight." Calanthe said carelessly as she noticed Geralt closely watching the men around Myrcella. She wasn't too worried about the elven queen, she knew the girl could fend for herself if needed, though she doubted it would even come to that as the elves of specifically Highgarden were loved, accepted and respected by the people of the continent.
"Ah, save the good Queen's breath. I'm not for hire as a bodyguard." Geralt politely shrugged her suggestion off. "You were hired just so by the bard."
