Max is grateful when he can finally feel his toes again.
The keep isn't the warmest, but it's better than sleeping outdoors in the snow and so Max hasn't complained, just walked around with Geralt following. Max trying to strike up conversation every now and then,
"Who's that friend the others mentioned"
A grunt, silence, "Jaskier"
"He a good friend?"
Another grunt,
"Quite the conversationalist aren't you?"
Silence.
"You know you can speak to me yes?"
Max looks back at Geralt who, with his yellow eyes, slit pupils and curious look, looks much like one of the white barn cats Max used to feed.
"You're adorable" Max muses and Geralt looks startled. Before he can say anything however, or grunt anything, Max is walking off again.
Max walks until he finds Simon, the man curled up beside a fireplace while Eskel is on the other side of the room reading some book. Max goes over to Simon while Geralt goes to Eskel.
"Max!" Simon exclaims, standing up, "Are you alright?"
"I'm perfectly fine" Max said, smiling at Simon, "Geralt's been wonderful company"
"Has he?"
"No he's grunted at me and not much else"
Simon looks over at Eskel, biting his lip and Max crosses his arms in amusement,
"Are you attracted to your caretaker dear Simon?"
"No!" Simon next to yelps, "...no"
Max snickers, "Alright bud...How do you think Tatiana is doing?"
"Probably just fine..."
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Northern Star.
Fanfiction((Starting to think I have a problem)) Tatiana, Max and Simon are all royals of different cities. When they are told they must marry, they run away to the north where they meet some very strange men.
