The Belleteyn festival is in full swing, and you just met a very interesting man. You're there as a tarot reader, but you might be persuaded to join him for a dance or two...
Gaunter O'Dimm x reader (gender neutral reader)
I got this nagging idea in my head... What if Geralt had made a different last wish? What then?
This is a short story about fate and destiny and how one man will always be trapped by it.
Romance is not a focus in this fic. The style is more faithful to Sapkowski's view of the world. It contains a few gory descriptions.