The day finally came. Yen was ready to go long before Geralt. The advantages of magic includes the fact that one can adjust the small details that need to be adjusted faster than a normal human being, even if that human being is a witcher. Waiting for Geralt, the sorceress began to think at the past. A thought was coming again and again in her mind, that small sad note that from time to time was making her melancholic. She never had the chance to see Ciri growing. Ciri was her daughter, she loves her like her daughter but she...She came back to reality when she heard the door. When she saw Geralt, Yen was amazed. She has seen him wearing elegant clothes before but he always wore them because he had to. This time he wore them with pride and for that reason he looked better than ever before.
- Wow, Geralt!
- What?!
- Nothing...I'm not used to see you like this. You look wonderful.
- Well...
He didn't know how to answer. In the past days, he considered elegance a nonsense. Now, when he got nothing better to do, he had all the time in the world to think at what he'll wear. He even found this new occupation somewhat funny.
- Basil helped me a lot with this, you know I have no idea about elegant clothes. He knows everything about colours, sizes and other things I didn't know about. Did you know the shoes' colour must match the colour of the clothes?
Geralt realized that Yen must know everything about fashion. Since the first time he has seen her she was always perfect dressed. That day was no exeption.
- Yen, you look more beautiful than ever!
- Oh, come on. This dress is last year's fashion. I didn't think I will ever go to a royal court again. But it's the best I can do in this situation.
- Doesn't matter the dress. You're beautiful.
He kissed her. Every kiss remembered them of the first kiss, yet after all the things they have to go through, they felt every kiss like it could be their last one. So every kiss was their first and their last.
Basil coughed softly from the front door:
- The carriage is waiting for you!
The palace represented Tussaint perfectly. The spectacular heaven named Tussaint was perfectly described by the equally spectacular royal palace.
- Wow, Geralt, this palace is quite impressive!
- Do you think so?
- I don't think I have ever seen a more elegant palace. These people know what luxury and elegance is.
Soon after they arrived there, Geralt remembered why he hated royal courts so much. He couldn't stand all that superficiality in one place. Every woman looked like a doll, every man seemned to be a peacock. He hated both dolls and peacocks.
But Yen seemed to have a lot of fun. He thought at the old Yen, the ice queen that acted like she had the world at her feet, but this Yen was nothing like it. She was smilling a lot and she greacefully and warmly had a good word for all the people they met there. And they were a lot, it seemed like whole Toussaint was invited at that party.
- Geralt! We are so happy to finally see you!
The dutchess came out of the middle of the crowd surrounded as usual by her perfect dressed ladies in waiting.
- Your majesty! Geralt bowed slightly. It is an honour to meet you again! You're beautiful as always!
- Thank you, Geralt! It is a pleasure for us to see you again!
- Your majesty, let me present you my wife, Yennefer of Vergenberg.
- Of course, we know about Yennefer of Vergenberg the greatest sorceress of our times.
- Thank you, your majesty, you're too kind. I'm a retired sorceress now and I'm happy about it.
- Greatness never fades, Yennefer.
If only Philippa could hear this, thought Yennefer. Their rivalry was not easy to be forgotten and the memory of the rival sorceress was still alive in Yennefer's mind.
- Geralt, why didn't you come earlier? I sent you tens of invites.
- I apologize, your majesty...
He was saved by Yen.
- We needed time to recover after the past events, your Majesty.
- We can understand that. You are forgiven. How do you find Corvo Bianco, Yennefer?
- It is magnificent. Never dreamt a place as beautiful as this can exist.
- I know, right? Toussaint is the best place in the world! Oh, I almost forgot! We have something for you two. Maurice!
A major-domo came out of nowhere.
- Maurice, go and bring the present we have for Geralt! Then she returned to Geralt and Yennefer.
- We hope you two will stay in Toussaint forever. It is a great privilege to home the saviours of the world, a privilege which all the other royal courts in the world envy us. We have a small present for you. Our royal hound, a Great Dane, gave birth few months ago to eight beautiful puppies. We kept one especially for you. Since you kept avoiding our invitations, he grew up a bit. He's not a little puppy anymore but he's still yours.
-A...thank you, your majesty!

The unexpected present took them by surprise. Neither of them ever considered having a pet. The puppy brought some problem in their lives. First of them appeared the day after the party when Yen, with a serious expression on her face came to Geralt, who was sitting on a log, oiling his swords.
- Geralt, we need to talk!
- It sounds serious. Something happened? He couldn't read anything on his wife's face.
- We must talk about the puppy's name.
Geralt's mistake was he thought Yen was joking. So he tried to keep it up the same way.
- What's to think about, Yen? Roach is a perfect name for a horse, I don't see any reason why we won't name the puppy the same name.
- Are you serious?!, Geralt didn't notice Yen's nervous voice.
- Roach is a practical name. And I won't have any problems trying to remember it.
- You won't call the puppy Roach!
- But why? Roach is a...
- Your horse's name is Roach! One Roach is enough! Yen was almost yelling but Geralt went on with his jokes.
- If you don't like Roach, we can call him Lambert...
- Geralt! The witcher finally realised that Yen didn't joke about it. She was angry. He didn't see her angry in months. When she was mad she had something menacing yet appealing. In that moment he loved her even more, yet he didn't like it to see her like this.
- Ok, ok. What do you want to call it then?
- I don't know.