The White Rose and her Wolf

Their tale is told throughout the land. But nobody knows the real story. Just rumours and whisperings. But never was a story of so much memorabilia than that of The White Rose and her Wolf of a place called Rivia.

Rain was your average bar maiden in Blaviken with rugged clothes, nimble footwork and a large annoyance with drunkard men. However, what made Rain Fortuna stand out was her snow white hair and her honey yellow eyes. Those around her, shook off her obscure look because... well, a woman just simply couldn't be a Witcher. It was just simply impossible. Simply cannot be. Or can't they?

When a similarly featured man glides into her bar, destiny starts its journey. But which journey is it? A journey to freedom... or death?

This is a Geralt X OC fan fic. Follows the Netflix adaptation.

Disclaimer:
I do not own Geralt or any other characters along with the amazing story line. However, I do own Rain and what she brings to the plot.

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