Well, three days in I feel as though I should explain why, instead of dating my entries, I'm using the vague and ominous title of "the hunt" and counting the days.
Allow me to explain;
I'm dramatic. It comes from being a bard. It sounds like a fantastic tale penned by a prince on the run from a treasonous plot, rather than a dragon bard avoiding hunters by any means necessary.
It is true. I am being hunted. So was Cub. Thank fuck Yenn's keeping my sweet pea safe.
It sounds like something Geralt would say and I miss him. Even his humms would be better than the agony of this silence. I'm not even mad at him anymore, just lonely.
As stated, it's vague. It would be impossible for someone to know exactly when I penned this without prior knowledge.
I'm bad at dates. So I saved myself the trouble and skipped them all together.
So there you have it, that's why I haven't dated the entries.
I hope these get published, whether I live or not. Then the whole continent will know how in love with Geralt of Rivia I really am. Let the world see the most private thoughts of the Viscount de Lettenhove.
Forever yours,
Julian Alfred Pankratz
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Forever yours
Fanfictionwell, seems I'm a woman of my word. a dragon, wandering after his heart is shattered, finds an orphaned princess and takes her as his own child. 4 months later, he finds himself hunted by dragon slayers out for his head. the problem? Jaskier, the v...
