Bard of Surprise

Geralt hesitates. He's seen the kind of shit the law of surprise can conjure up for people. He really doesn't want to risk it, but at the same time...he really needs the money. He sighs. "Fine. I will accept the law of surprise and return in a month."

"Excellent. The reports should come in some time around--"

"My Lord!" From the front doors of the manor, a servant is running towards them looking panicked. "It's Master Julian!" She stops as she reaches them, panting. It looks as though she'd run all the way here.

"What happened, Agnes?" The Earl demands. "Is my son alright?"

Agnes shakes her head. "He's presented, my Lord. As an Omega. He's going into pre-heat!"

The Earl's head snaps in Geralt's direction, his eyes wide, no doubt connecting the dots the same time that Geralt does.

"Fuck."