Spending time alone often helped Geralt bury unwelcome feelings, but spending time with Ciri genuinely lifted his spirits. By the second morning of their excursion together, Geralt felt ready to accept Ciri's sudden prodding and go home. He would return to Yennefer and tell her that he loved her and that he wanted to move past the other night. He hoped she would be ready to do the same. One way or another, he would make sure they were okay again.
As they emerged onto the path leading to Corvo Bianco, Geralt saw Yennefer striding toward them, looking stunning in a sheer, flowing white dress whose lacy black accents highlighted his favorite features of her body. His breath caught in his throat; he would never get over how beautiful she was.
He led Roach to a gentle stop and dismounted, anxious to make up with his fiancée. She was wearing an expression that he surprisingly could not place – he'd thought he knew everything about her by now – but he was undeterred; they had to be okay again. He needed them to be.
"Yen, listen. I-"
She interrupted him with something said in the Elder Speech, and everything went dark.
