Chapter X: The Witcher Who Loved Me

"I never knew you had such a heart of iron," Geralt groaned as Triss was finishing her stitches. The wound on his arm wasn't anything special but it did need to be sewn up. It was the consequence of him not watching his back like he should have.

"If I had a hard core, I wouldn't be doing this," Triss said. She turned from his arm to look him in the eye. And gave him a quick kiss. "I do it because I love you."

The witcher grinned and accepted the uncomfortable pain of her last touches. He moved his attention to Ciri, who he noticed tittering throughout. She found herself amused by Geralt's boyish handling of this. She stood by the entrance to the bedroom, wearing a thick blue tunic and dark pants. "And you always told me to suck up the pain," she threw at him.

"Wait till you get to my age," Geralt jested. Though he knew that this wound was not caused by the many decades of life he had lived. Nor was it really a simple miscalculation during battle. In truth, what the witcher had never believed to be possible had finally come to pass. His leg had healed from the duel with Eredin all those months ago, however it had never felt the same. He believed he had to pay attention to how he shifted his weight on it or else potentially hurt it. And it was in these worries and distractions that he could get injured by whatever creature he was fighting.

"And we're done," Triss said excitedly. She cut the excess and gently padded his sewn-up wound with a damp towel to get any excess blood. The sorceress looked at Ciri. "I think it would be best if you two didn't try and go fight anymore drowners or nekkers or whatever it was while you're here."

"That's fine with me," Ciri said. Her eyes lit up. "We could always play Gwent."

"For your information, it was a particularly large and nasty alghoul," Geralt butt in, not wanting his beloved to think he was almost bested by those pests she mentioned.

Triss put her arm around his back. He allowed himself a naughty peek down the neck of her loose nightgown. She and Geralt often let themselves sleep-in and wear more comfortable clothing on their days off. "I'm sure it was mean and monstrous to have taken a swipe at you. Ciri, I think Gwent is a wonderful idea. I haven't played in forever. Geralt tried to teach me back in Novigrad when we first met again."

He smiled. "She has some more learning to do."

"But first I'll need you to go down to one of the medic's shops and grab some ointment for his cut," Triss continued. "It will help with the healing." Ciri put her head down slightly in disappointment at having to wait to play. Geralt was always glad to see she still had some of her younger self within. There were times where he still saw her as the little girl running the training gauntlet back at Kaer Morhen. But he always made sure to not treat her as such. She was a fully grown woman. A witcher without the mutations. Plying her trade from town to town and across the vast continent. He was very thankful she decided to come to Kovir to visit them while she searched for work.

"Fine," she sighed. "I'll be back in a snap." The ashen haired girl walked out of the room and seemed to head down the hallway. Triss's hand moved from Geralt's scarred back to his inner thigh and then to his groin. She smirked at him and leaned in for a kiss.

"You sent her away to get ointment?" Geralt asked, seeing through her words. It was a little scheme he'd definitely agree with.

She pressed her lips against his. "And to let us have some time alone."

He barely noticed her footsteps coming back to their room. "Can I at least play Northern Realms once I get—

"Damnit," Geralt muttered. Ciri's voice startled him and Triss. The sorceress pulled her hand from his growing bulge. The witcher covered it with the nearby blanket. Ciri stood in the doorframe and shook her head with a feigned disapproval.

"I think I'll stop by a couple other places while I'm out," she spoke, understanding the true purpose of her shopping. She grinned as the two sat next to each other on the bed like a couple of teenage sweethearts caught in the act. "Need anything else?"

"No," both Geralt and Triss said at the same time.

Ciri allowed them to have some time by themselves and left to head downstairs and find her warm clothing. Outside the sorceress's large house, the cold and wintery weather of the city was in full show. From Geralt's time living here so far, however, that only made the beds feel even warmer. All those weeks he spent without her on Skellige, dreaming of what this new life would be like for them. It was every bit as good as he'd believed it to be. Triss worked as mage advisor to the king and made quite the living. This house, the fine furniture, the servants, the clothes, and food, almost all came from her. Geralt didn't want to feel like a burden in any way and tried to help with finances by taking contracts here and there. But like he had reflected on before, it seemed a little harder than in years past. Yet there was a certain unexpected pleasure to that as well. To not feel the need to scrape and beg for more coin from a stingy village ealdorman. He rather liked the idea of this halfway retirement. Something he knew very few witchers were ever able to achieve.

Triss kissed him passionately for a minute after Ciri left. Her tongue snuck its way into his mouth every so often, which only made him grow harder. Her hand helped with that as well. Reaching into his tight black pants, she pulled out his semi-erect cock and balls. Geralt let himself fondle her right breast through the nightgown as she lazily stroked him. She liked feeling him come alive in her grasp. The way his penis would grow in length and girth till the veins bulged. The witcher appreciated the way Triss's body reacted to him. How with the simple twist of her nipple, she'd shudder and grow increasingly wet. They spent many days in bed just like this when they could. Sometimes never getting passed the foreplay and instead just teasing one another back and forth. Today however, Triss didn't only want playful touches. Working on the witcher's muscular arm made her want him. To taste him and feel him in her mouth.

Triss pulled her lips away from his. The sunlight from the window by their bed lit up her beautiful face. Her red hair was in a messy bun. "The ointment might help some," she said. "But I think I know a quicker solution." Geralt liked to believe he knew exactly what she meant. She leant down her head and kissed his arm just above the sewn-up cut. Then she planted a series of them down his chest and abdomen. She dragged the tip of her tongue along the ridges of his muscles all the way to his fully grown erection, only skipping over his patch of grey hair. Instead, she slowly licked his engorged cock from base to tip. She kept her eyes on him the entire time, letting an anticipation build up. He could do nothing but stare into those green irises and see the pure dedication they held inside.

"Ah, fuck," Geralt murmured, tilting his head back. Triss engulfed his sizeable tip in one quick motion, taking him by surprise. Her tongue went back to work and began licking every inch. It curled itself around the ridge and massaged his tired and worn-out body. Somedays she'd wait for him to come back from his monster hunt so she could help him relax with her mouth. She loved providing him relief after a long day.

And Geralt loved to do the same. He looked back at Triss after a moment of savoring her skillful tongue. Her stare still locked on, unflinching. Geralt decided to test that and firmly took hold of her rear in his grip. She whimpered as he squeezed her flesh from under the nightgown. Though he would feel the real thing soon enough. As Triss bobbed her head up and down the first few inches of his penis, he lifted the back of her cream-colored garment. He licked his lips as her enticing pink sex was revealed for his eyes only. Her tight little asshole begged for his attention. The witcher gave her rear a slap, causing it to jiggle. With her head in his lap, Geralt pushed two fingers inside her. He won the game quickly enough as her eyes shuddered from the simple action. The feeling of him touching her was always euphoric to Triss. She sucked him faster as a result.

Geralt could tell when Triss had a rough day at council meetings and audiences. She'd rub her forehead from the frustration of dealing with haughty nobles and politicians. He'd lend an ear to her ramblings about those people and how stupid some of them were. Sometimes that was all a person needed. Someone there to listen and comfort them. And then there were plenty of times when he knew of another method to help her relax. He'd pull out her chair when she was at her desk or get on his knees at their bedside and pull down her panties. She spent many evenings with her hand firmly rooted in his white hair, pushing his tongue deeper into her sex. They knew how to care for one another and make the other feel appreciated.

Triss pulled her lips off him for a moment. A line of spit connected her mouth to his pink tip. "I hope we have plenty of time," she said, breathing in. "I don't want to rush."

Geralt pushed his two fingers in till they were fully sheathed. He watched as she helplessly gasped from the sensation. "We'll have plenty of time. Ciri will likely be playing cards with people at a tavern for a while."

"Good," she said, licking all the way around his girth. She lapped up his arousal out of devotion for his exquisite body.

"So, take off your dress," Geralt demanded with a sly grin. Triss chuckled and sat on her knees over the covers. Geralt removed his digits and tasted her sweet wetness. She gave him a good view as she lifted the nightgown up her shapely body and over her head. The witcher basked in her glory. The glory of her bountiful breasts, her thin waist, fine hips, and thighs he enjoyed resting his head between. She let out a moan as his hand took hold of her left teat. His thumb circled around her nipple and flicked it twice. She leant down her head to try and continue her oral work. "Hold it," he said firmly. Her lips hovered just inches from his yearnful tip. Close enough he could feel her breath. "Climb on top of me."

"Oh, are you doing what I think you are?" she asked, planting a kiss on the side of his glans. She wiggled her arse at him before shuffling her body over his.

"What can I say? Always liked this position." Her bosom pressed against his stomach. She was perfectly positioned at his erection. Her sex was well within reach of the witcher. And as her feet pressed against the sides of his head, they found themselves in perfect harmony.

"I do too," she mumbled over his cock before plunging her lips down. Geralt sighed loudly as her warm and wet mouth brought tingles throughout his shaft. Her deft hands went to work as well. She fondled his testicles and held the base for better steadiness. There was no more pleasurable place in the known world than that of Triss Merigold's mouth, he was sure of this. Yet Geralt didn't wish to forget about tending to his lady's needs. After a moment of admiring her behind, he grasped both her soft cheeks and leaned his head forward. He extended his tongue and let it run along her folds. She groaned into his penis.

Geralt had promised Triss that he would be faithful to her. Only being with other women when they agreed to together and making sure she felt comfortable with it. He knew he didn't need anyone other than her. But sometimes she enjoyed making the bed a bit spicier for the night. They'd hired a few prostitutes throughout the last few months. Triss often scrutinized their skill and ensured they worked their damnedest to make him feel good. He admired that slightly harsh side of her. He rarely saw it elsewhere. Once he had asked, stifling much of his reservations about the idea, if she ever desired to hire a male worker for a change. Triss could tell he wasn't entirely thrilled with his own proposition, however assured him she had no interest in it either.

The only man I want inside me is you.

As he lapped away at the sorceress's arousal, his fingers worked their way towards her other pleasureful hole. He was glad he convinced her to try anal back during their time together in Novigrad. It opened a new world of carnality for them both. He relished the raw tightness when he was inside. How rough and animalistic it almost was. She appreciated the unique sensations and sensitivities it brought over her. Geralt moved his tongue from her vulva to her anus and teased at entering. Her legs shuffled anxiously by his head and neck. He made circles around the little hole before applying a small force against it. After a moment of toying with her, he returned to her sex. Though she could easily take his entire eight inches in one move, Triss preferred to work her way down. It made things a little more intimate she found. Geralt's tip and upper shaft soon found itself buried in her throat. He never lasted quite as long as he wished he could in here. The way her gullet stroked his throbbing member was too divine. And she knew it. She took pride in knowing no woman could make him feel as good as she did.

Her oral vibrations along his penis increased as his tongue slipped inside her vagina. He massaged the inner entrance for a moment, making her whole-body shiver. He could spend a lifetime learning every inch of her. And it would be one well spent. Not forgetting her most sensitive spot, Geralt pulled his tongue back and let it play with her clitoris. This rewarded him with an orchestra of hums and groans, each bringing his erection a new note of rapture. His engorged tip was repeatedly soothed in her cramped throat. Triss was right. This was a very good method of healing. It may not specifically target the inflicted area but it sure as hell made him forget about it. The sorceress whimpered as he pressed his thumb against her spit covered asshole and pushed inside. Her body felt as weak as gelatin over his.

They hadn't yet gotten a visit from Yennefer. Perhaps the feelings that would resurface from seeing Geralt were too dear. She had sent letters instead. She wrote of life at the emperor's court. How Phillipa and Fringilla were doing as well as some other sorceresses. She missed Ciri deeply and didn't get to see her hardly. Her and Geralt shared a common heartache in that. He was beyond thrilled when his onetime ward showed up at their doorstep a few days ago. However, unlike Yennefer he had someone just as special at home every day. With Ciri out on her own path, Triss was the most important person in his life. And he treasured every second he spent with her. Some part of him hoped Yennefer would find that kind of love with another. For his heart had given all to Triss.

"I love you, Triss," Geralt said as he kissed her thigh.

She took a breath of air. "I love you, too."

He knew he was nearing an end. The sorceress had begun taking him all the way in with long, precise strokes of her throat. That always bore signal of an impending doom. She didn't need to breath for long and eagerly returned to his shaft, running her hands along it a couple times before letting it slide back into her tender gullet. The witcher could admit to even himself that his own oral proficiency became lax in that final minute. He tried to continue kissing and using his tongue on all her delicate bits. He didn't like the idea of finishing before her and possibly leaving her unfulfilled. He should have known that Triss would never allow such a fate to befall herself. She kneaded his balls with her hands as she devoured the lower half of his penis again and again. It was quite evident the two organs were building up to a spectacle. It made her even wetter knowing it was coming.

Near the end of his stent, Geralt couldn't even continue. He was forced to pull his head against the soft fur covers he once could have only dreamed of owning. He allowed himself the selfishness to simply bathe in what Triss was offering him. However, as the moment of climax came closer by the second, she had an idea. Popping his cock out her mouth, Geralt winced at the naturally cold Kovir air striking his wet member. It twitched unhappily as the excitement of something so delectable now faded. "What are you—

Geralt stopped as Triss, likely knowing she couldn't reach an end at the moment, decided to try to finish him off a different way. She wrapped her finger around his thick base and gently stroked it so as not to lose all progress. "Something you're going to love," she hinted, and proceeded to scoot herself further down his body, almost to the end of the bed. Her bosom hung at his thighs and that was the plan. Grabbing his penis, she placed it in the crevasse between her mounds and used one arm to press them together. Geralt moaned as his once bitterly disappointed sex now rejoiced in this pillowy heaven. The combination of spit and arousal provided sufficient lubricant to let Triss move her upper body back and forth. Her breasts sent shivers along his pre orgasm tip, his length sliding in and out from between them. Triss lowered her head and stuck out her tongue, letting his tip brush against it when it went out far enough. Geralt met her movements with his own small thrusts. The feeling of her silky skin along his rigid and hot member was divine. And it did not last long.

The witcher gripped her pliable cheeks and moaned quite loudly as his penis pumped between her breasts. They became incredibly slick from the white substance and managed to stroke him even better. The first burst to shoot as the tip pushed towards her tongue instead hit her chin. Triss giggled at how excited his body was at this different method. His legs jerked and twitched like hers sometimes did, shaking the bed slightly. Her ass turned a bright pink from his grip. Another couple ropes of cum missed Triss entirely and went across their wooden floor. After the first several seconds, his seed dripped down the sides of her tits. Her neck and chin were well glazed. And when the pulsations seemed to slow, that was when Triss let herself truly indulge. She leaned her head down further and snatched his tip like a piece of candy. She didn't care if her tongue lavishing his post ejaculation erection was too much to bear. She didn't care if it made him go mad with lust. She just wanted to make him feel as best as humanly possible.

This red sea, wild in its unique currents, welcomed Geralt's body into its depths once more. He smiled as his legs felt weak and his heart was aflame with passion. He rode out the remaining sensations of his post orgasm till Triss was satisfied. Besides, she never liked missing out on a chance to taste him. What few drops were left to give, she hungrily swallowed. And then cleaned his weakening tip with her tongue once she let it out of her mouth. Only she knew this wasn't the end of his fun. And definitely not hers. Triss sat up from her belly down position and took Geralt by great surprise when she straddled his lower half and gripped the base of his still hardened cock. "Triss?" he asked nervously.

She glided it down her vulva and into her warm and wet body. "I'm riding you," she moaned as he entered her. "I haven't come yet."

The witcher didn't fully register these words. He slammed his head back into the pillows and felt like he was going to faint. The only other time he had that concern was the night she set up with Yennefer. He hoped Triss knew that if he did black out, he'd want her to keep going. To get the climax she deserved. However, from the angelic sounds emerging from her lips, he assumed he may stay conscious long enough to witness it. He watched the back of her body through a sensual fog as she rode him. Her shapely ass gliding up and down his erection. The way her legs bent at his sides and her cute feet faced him, toes curled. Lazy strands of her hair flowed with her movements while most stayed in the bun. He could see the side of her right breast, glistening in the sunlight from the window with his cum. He didn't know whether to put his hands on her waist to help guide her. Just watching as this sorceress fucked herself with his body was pleasurable enough. Geralt turned his head at an angle on the bed. Beyond the window, outside of their big house, he thought he could see snowflakes falling. At first, he sensed an ache in his heart. Then he reminded himself the Wild Hunt was gone. Eredin was dead and Ciri was free. And that he was the luckiest man alive.

Triss steadied herself by gripping his legs. But he could tell she was getting close. From their countless intimate moments before, Geralt knew she sometimes had a hard time keeping herself up while orgasming. Putting his hands at her waist, he decided to help her. To Triss, the feeling of his penis inside her was her own paradise. Her happiest place in the whole world was wherever the White Wolf resided. She relished in how he filled her. How his girth forced her insides to make room for him. How perfectly he seemed to fit. Like he was always meant for her, and she for him. She loved the feeling of making it all the way down his shaft and feeling his balls press against her folds. She reveled in how deep he went, touching places that a woman could never reach with just her fingers. Every time he grinded against her sweet spot, she felt her legs get progressively weaker. She admired how strong he was, and yet how caring he could be during sex. How much he valued her own satisfaction. On the other hand, she also was a sucker for more rough and submissive playing. The idea of her body being used for his own pleasure similar to how she was using his currently. It wasn't long after moving into this home that Geralt did what she told him to feel free and do. He picked her up while she was finishing some documents at her desk and then…

The greatest sensation of all was climaxing with him inside her. "Yes! Geralt! Oh, gods yes!" she cried as her body began shaking. She felt so warm. All tension was released from her muscles. Geralt's hands helped her stay upright as she sat down fully on his erection. The blissfulness of being full of him was not far behind in the race. She could feel her vagina contract and squeeze. If he hadn't already spent himself, Triss bet he'd have no chance of holding back in this instance. She loved how he could stay hard though. Or if not, at least recover very quickly. It helped tremendously in moments like these. Tingles ran down her thighs and lower legs. She twisted her own nipples to add to the experience, pulling on them and then letting go sharply. Triss could see clearly that she was the luckiest woman alive.

When it was over and the waves calmed, she pulled one leg over his body as if getting off a saddle. His penis, finally getting the opportunity to soften, slid out of her body. Geralt watched his beloved and could describe her expression with many words. Satisfied. Happy. Fulfilled. Enraptured, with him. Triss crawled towards him further up the bed and nestled tightly against his chest. Her breasts pressed against the side of his chest, and she lifted one leg over his thigh. "How was it?" he asked, putting his arm around her back.

She pulled her head into his neck. "Like fireworks."

"Good," he whispered, grinning.

Together they lay there on the perfect bed for a moment. Their sweaty and tired bodies giving off warmth in this winter weather. If they both weren't so damned comfortable, they'd take the few seconds to get under the fur blanket. Yet it was while laying like this that Geralt made the realization. Regarding his wound from today and the thigh injury all those months ago. He didn't spend less time taking contracts out of fear of hurting his leg. He didn't perform worse due to making sure he didn't take a wrong step. It was because he worried about not coming home. About dying pointlessly in some grassy field for a hundred crowns. He loved this life he and Triss made for themselves. He loved it too much to risk it. He had thought for many years that he'd never be able to set down his twin blades. That it was his destiny to die in battle. They say no witcher ever dies in his own bed. Vesemir didn't, though he deserved it more than anyone.

Geralt of Rivia wanted to be the first.

"Oh, Geralt look!" Triss said, pointing to the window. "It's snowing!"

The white flakes came down slowly. They glided gently upon the wind as they made their descent. "Yeah," he said quietly. "Looks like it'll be quite a lot out there."

Triss sat up from the covers. Geralt missed her warmth immediately. "Let's go outside and see it," she said cheerily. "I'll get dressed." With that, the sorceress went off to the washing room to clean up quickly. He always admired that endearing nature she had within. In a world as harsh as theirs, it is a beautiful thing to maintain. Geralt wiped himself off with a towel, as well as the mess he made on the floor, and strolled towards his personal room sized closet. Inside were several racks where he kept his favorite armor and gear sets he'd collected. Sometimes it was good to have multiple options depending on the job. He viewed them these days in a more somber reminiscence. He'd don one every once in a while, when he got a worthy contract. Though even that may soon be changing. He hoped he would let it be so. Triss had mentioned to him once that the king might like to hire Geralt as a trainer for his soldiers and guard. Perhaps he would take up on that offer.

Once he was dressed in weather appropriate clothing, finished off by a tight black coat lined with wolf fur, he walked back out. Triss stood in the frame of their bedroom door. Her light blue winter dress appeared graceful, comfortable, and practical all at the same time. She never ceased to make him stop and appreciate her beauty. Not just her appearance but her. The person she was. He walked up to her as she put on her mittens. "You look like a snow princess," he said.

"Well, it's a good thing you're here then. I must be in need of a prince." They walked together down the hallway of the second floor and then descended the staircase. Below, Geralt could smell the chef cooking up something delicious. Roasted meats, mushrooms, onions, and other wonderful smells weaved through the halls of the manor. Triss handed him a large dark hat and pulled up the hood of her dress. "If Ciri is back soon enough then we can all play in the snow," she said. "If she's not too mature for us."

"I had a snowball fight with her back at Kaer Morhen." He remembered the moment fondly. "I think she really enjoyed getting to act like a kid again."

"I think we could all do with being silly once in a while." Triss opened the door, and they exited the warm and cozy abode for the cold and snowy yard. Their house had a sturdy gate of iron bars for privacy and securities sake. But they could still see the neighbors across the street and those nearby. It appeared everyone came out to take part in this first real snow of winter in Kovir. It was about five to six inches deep, just about the perfect depth to get a snowman going without getting your whole leg stuck. Triss gasped at the scenery and practically twirled towards the center of the yard. She looked so magnificent, dancing as the white flakes came down around her. Geralt followed her from the porch. Across the street he could see a few kids making shapes in the snow. Triss saw them too. She stood silent for a few seconds.

They had raised the idea a couple of times. If they wanted a child of their own to raise. It was quite obvious to them that Triss could not conceive, and Geralt was sterile. Yet there was an orphanage they sometimes strolled by on their way to the markets or taverns. They would see children as young as three or as old as twelve in the yard playing. Triss once wanted to stay there and watch them from the side of the cobble street. Geralt watched with her, grinning as he was reminded of taking care of Ciri in days of yore.

Perhaps one day they would walk towards that orphanage… and not simply pass it.

Geralt reached down into the snow and formed a ball shaped projectile with his hands. Chuckling to himself, he pulled back his arm and gave it a good toss. Triss gave a small yelp as the snowball struck her back but turning around and seeing the witcher preparing a second volley, she quickly went to work. She got to her knees and tried her best to make a couple before him. "You'll regret that!" she called.

He threw another that smacked her shoulder. "You'll regret taking me out here when I've done you in."

He discerned a sharp cold across his face suddenly. Wiping the snow off his cheeks and nose, he gave a teasing grimace towards Triss's surprisingly good aim. "Hah!" she yelled in victory and chucked another one at him.

This time he put out his arm and stopped it from hitting his face. A snowball fight is an interesting use of a witcher's superhuman reflexes, he thought. A good application nonetheless. He made a semi-circle around the sorceress. She tossed another and missed. Geralt didn't. She giggled as snow melted on her hood. The witcher tried to close in the space between them to hit her with a proper blast. She threw another and cursed as he dodged it. The next one hit though, right in the groin. Geralt looked down and made a face that caused her to laugh. "You did that on purpose," he said.

"Nope. But I'd be thankful if I were you that were only tossing snow." In her pause of victory, she let him get too close. "Oh!" she cried out as he quickly formed a large enough pack of it. She was too late in moving out of the way and got knocked back by the hefty snowball hitting her legs. She fell into the snow, creating the outline of a perfect sorceress.

Geralt walked over to her and was a little concerned he hurt her. Yet gazing down at his beloved, he could only see a smile. The loose bunches of her red hair sprawled out of her hood and into the snow. He reached his hand down. "My lady," he said in a courtly fashion.

She took his strong arm and helped herself back onto her feet. Dusting the white flakes off of her blue dress, she managed to outwit him. Geralt was busy watching the kids across the street when suddenly he was pushed back into the snow. Triss stood above him with her hands on her hips and a cunning expression on her face. She outstretched her own hand down to him. "My good sir," she said, mocking his own tone from before.

Geralt grabbed her mitten and pulled himself up. "I deserved that," he admitted.

Triss cuddled against him. The witcher wrapped his arm around her back and pulled her even closer. As they pressed their lips together, they could feel the little snowflakes kissing them too. "So… who do you think won?" she asked when they pulled their heads back. Her emerald eyes had depths Geralt could not reach in a hundred lives.

"I think we both did," he said.

Triss paused for a second with a curious look, but then understood what he meant. She hugged him even tighter.

"Yeah," she said quietly. "We did."

In her grace and embrace, Geralt could feel the warmth of a lifetime to come.

Note from Author:

Well, that's a wrap! After writing for this story for a year, I am proud of the way it has come. The tale grew in the telling as they say. I hope I have conveyed the beauty of Geralt and Triss's relationship over the course of these chapters. They are possibly my favorite couple in fiction. I am also very thankful for the support this story has gotten over time. Having found an audience for this niche of writing is lovely. I'm not sure what I'll focus on next, but I do still have plans to post chapters for my other series. Thank you for reading!