- What day is today?

- Who knows? Who cares?

- You're right. It's just a day...like yesterday was...like tomorrow will be.

Life in Toussaint was too beautiful for them. Happily ever after is fine for Cinderella and Prince Charming, but boring as hell for action people. Unfortunately for them, Geralt and Yennefer were action people. They thought that when everything will be over they'll find peace, and peace will be everything they would ever need. Soon, they found out that peace had a close, unseparated friend named boredom. So, after few months of perfect, bucolic life, they both started to be annoyed by the same routine. Like many things in life, dreams and reality had nothing in common.

Each day they followed the same routine. They both woke up late, long after the morning had passed. Some days, when they didn't feel like it, they didn't leave the bed at all. The advantages of having servants included having breakfast, lunch and dinner delivered straight to the bed. They didn't complain about the boredom, They knew how much they fought for the privilege to be bored. Nevertheless, they both started to notice its presence more and more often.

One day Geralt woke up earlier than usual. He got used to the mess that reigned in their room. Yennefer didn't exactly care about whereabouts of her belongings as she was getting ready for her nightly rest. He suspected her mess-loving attitude was in fact a reminiscence of her childhood, the young Yen that was forced to have her room clean and, still, even after all the years, she still rebelled against those times. He didn't care. He wasn't himself an order lover either.

He left the room and went to see their major-domo, who despite his name was more like a friend than employee to him now. Basil was the reason why the rest of the house was the exact opposite of the bedroom, he made sure everything was clean and in perfect order.

- Morning!

- Good morning, sir, what a beautiful day, isn't it!?

Here in Toussaint every day was beautiful, thought Geralt, even rain could be beautiful.

- Yes it is. Anything new? He put him this question daily, with a hidden wish for something to happen.

- No, sir. Nothing new. Here is the mail. Geralt took the letters and went back into the house. He sat down by the table, taking his time to open the envelopes. For months, letters were the only thing that brought fresh air into his life. Today however everything was as usual. Bills to pay, advertisements for a barbershop and a blacksmith... the last one was a letter wrote at flowery stationery. He was about to open it when Yen came from the other room. The obsidian star at her neck was the only thing she was wearing.

- Geralt, why did you get up so early?

- Morning, I couldn't sleep and I didn't want to wake you up. Had I told you how beautiful you are?

- Every morning and I still can't get enough. Come, let's get back to bed, it's still early.

She came closer, put her arms around his frame, and brushed her lips to his earlobe.

- What is that letter? A secret lover?

- No, I think it's another invitation to the court. Some sort of party. I'll throw it away...

- Open it, let's see what it is. Maybe...I don't know, do you think we should go? You know, just for fun?

- Anything you want, Yen.

Despite the answer that sounded like submission, Geralt was extremely happy for a change. An invitation to the court was not a monster to kill, but something entirely else. Even the idea of wearing official clothes that cooled his blood on other occasions didn't seem as horrible as always. A shift in the routine was more than welcome.

- Anything new today?

- Same as usual. Toussaint's a paradise now, nothing bad nor interesting ever happens here.

- Remember how much we dreamt at this peace?

- And now we finally have it.

- We're becoming two old people, Geralt.

- And this is a bad thing?

- I don't know. I have you. I always dreamed about this...

- But you need something more...

- Yes. No. I don't know...

- I know. I feel the same. We're not old enough to be two old people.