ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴍᴀɢᴇ 一 ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏꜰ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ

𝕏. 𝕋𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ

ᴛᴏꜱꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏɪɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜᴇʀ

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       There were many things Eleanora had not yet experienced in her lifetime: from the amazing sights of the world to the feeling of true love. However one thing the princess never thought she'd experience was being knocked out, kidnapped, and bound by ropes alongside the Witcher and a bard. Well, she did say how there's a first time for everything.

       "For fuck's sake, wake up Geralt!" Eleanora yelled in frustration, shoving her shoulder against the Witcher's head. The sudden impact forced the man to escape his slumber and lift his head up. His golden eyes scanned the area before falling to the young woman tied up between him and Jaskier. Geralt's next response was attempting to free himself from the restraints, his grunts echoing through the cave. Eleanora sighed, already trying to claw her way through the ropes. She spotted her bow and arrows resting against the rocks, Jaskier's lute keeping them company.

"This is the part where we escape."

"This is the part where they kill us!"

       "Who's they?" The princess looked up, hearing light footsteps and a shadow appear in front of her.

       "Uh, guys-" Immediately after, a woman stormed up to Jaskier, kicking up square in the face. Eleanora tilted her head to the side to make sure her friend was alright before a surge of anger swept through her.

       "Are you insane?!" Eleanora screeched at the woman in disbelief. "He has done nothing wrong!" The woman spat towards the princess' feet. Eleanora grimaced in disgust. Her mother taught her to never spit at someone, despite how tempting it may be; it displays ignorance and disrespect.

       "Beast!" The woman spoke in Elder, shocking the tied up princess. Never having heard the language from anyone other than her mother, Eleanora, in a strange way, was comforted by the familiar speech.

       "Hey, I can speak your lang-" Before she knew it, Eleanora hunched over in pain from the aggressive strike of a foot to her gut. She shut her eyes, trying to ignore the ache that seemed to now radiate to her chest. The princess scoffed at the Elf's actions, the adrenaline in her body starting to take over.

       "Elves." Geralt grumbled before the Elf woman ensured there were enough punches and kicks to go around.

       "Oi, that's my lute. Give it back." Jaskier commanded as the other Elf began to play the instrument.

"Not the time Jaskier."

       "Quick, Geralt. Do your-your witchering-" Jaskier pleaded, ignoring Eleanora's advice.