July 21, 1271
The Pontar River – TSF Galley

Good news and bad news. The good news: Roche pulled through for me; we were able to get Geralt out of prison and we are currently on board a Temerian Special Forces ship headed East along the Pontar River. Right now, he is asleep on the bed in our quarters. I decided to stay up and write for a bit.

The bad news: pretty much everything else.

Where do I even begin? Well, there was a gathering of nobles, diplomats, ambassadors, and other top officials within Temeria's sphere of influence. After the king's death, the very fate of Temeria was up in the air. As the late king's advisor, I knew it was important to be in attendance, so I teleported there posthaste.

Unsurprisingly, it was utter chaos. An interregnum always is. Nobles trading influence and favors like candy. Each was trying to get a slice of the kingdom, and was pulling out all of the stops to do so. A few stabbings and an occasional poisoning here and there topped it all off.

By mid-day, everyone looked weary and haggard, but they were all alert and on edge. Resolutions were passed in order to keep the kingdom from dissolving until Foltest's successor was chosen (which is a very complicated situation in itself). The first item brought up – Triss Merigold. I was afraid of this. I knew they'd use any excuse to kick me out. Sadly, it worked. They voted to remove me from my position; effective immediately.

Because of my relationship with Geralt, they felt that I was not only complicit in the regicide, but I was likely the mastermind behind it. "Sorceresses – always scheming. Not a one to be trusted!" What rubbish. Didn't matter, though. The sentence was passed. "Triss Merigold: You have been stripped of your position and authority. You are a member of the royal court no longer. Your home in Vizima shall be returned to the State, as well as all of your land and property. All of the privileges and rights of nobility are barred from you. You have 24 hours to remove any personal effects."

And so ends the career of Triss Merigold. It was painful, enduring their jeers and taunts as I left. Witcher's Mistress! The Slut of Maribor! Kingslayer's Whore! They screamed.

There were others, of course. One particularly nasty governor told me that he wished I had truly been the Fourteenth of the Hill – dead and buried.

I didn't break down. I didn't cry. I would never give them the satisfaction. No. I angrily teleported away; dignity intact. I teleported to my former house in Vizima. Only then, in private, did I give into my grief. I went up to my bedchamber, buried my face into one of the pillows, and wept until my eyes had no more tears to give. If only Geralt were there to hold me...

There was little time for that, however. I could not sulk around licking my wounds while Geralt was still in danger. I had to return to the La Valette's castle to see if Roche would uphold his promise. So, I gathered a just a few things before teleporting back. I knew I would be on the road for a while, so I only took what I absolutely needed: the ring Geralt gave me a couple months ago, my hairbrush, a few magical amulets, traveling clothes, a few books and scrolls, quill and ink, and some orens. Everything else would be turned over to the bürgermeister. So be it.

Once I had returned, I went to the place we had agreed upon. Roche was there, as promised. I chatted a bit with him. He said that after interrogating Geralt, he was certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that the witcher was innocent. At least someone's got their head on straight in these rotten times.

While we were standing there, the peaceful night was shattered with the sound of a large explosion. The entire dungeons lit up like a torch and Geralt came stumbling out. My poor witcher was full of bruises and cuts. He asked me to tend to his wounds, so we went below deck.

To my dismay, what could have been a lovely intimate experience caring for my lover was sullied by the topic of conversation. As I started washing his cuts, the first words out of Geralt's mouth were "tell me about Yennefer. I want to know everything, even the parts that make you uncomfortable."

And so it begins. I had been dreading this moment for months, but I knew it was best to take the bull by the horns. I started by asking if he had remembered anything specific about her. "Only that she was there at my death. I saw my own death, Triss! It was harrowing."

Oh, my dear Geralt! Of all the things to remember, you pick the worst day in the history of our lives?

So I told him what I knew. It was difficult for me trying to keep my voice neutral, my emotions in check.

I started with that dreadful day in Rivia. How he was killed by a pitchfork to the gut. How Yennefer tried, but failed, to heal him. And how I was too late to save him. In my rage and grief, I summoned a powerful hailstorm down on the crowd. Only that powerful spell could stop the rioting. As such, I was credited with saving many lives that day. But it was hollow – for the one life that set my heart aflame was lost. My witcher had been killed.

After I had finished dressing all of his wounds, Geralt then asked more specifically about Yennefer and his relationship with her. I told him what I could – as objectively as I could. I told him about how they met and that he immediately fell head-over-heals in love with her. Then I described the story about the Djinn – how he and Yennefer destroyed half a city just to capture it. I told him how his last wish was influenced by his intense infatuation with the sorceress. I recounted some of their adventures and triumphs together, as well as their breakups and fights. Through it all, the Djinn's unholy magic ensured the two would never be far apart.

He saw that I was uncomfortable through the whole exposition, so he eventually told me to stop, and then bade me goodnight.

I should go to him now and sleep with him. If I don't show my love now, I will lose him forever.

July 22, 1271
The Pontar River – TSF Galley

I haven't lost him yet! I went to Geralt last night and offered myself to him. He took me in his arms and said: "I know that was hard for you, Triss. Thank you."

I asked if he still loved me, even now that he knows his heart once belonged to another. To my delight, he said "Yes, Triss. What you told me of my old life – I still remember next to nothing. It is a past that is unfamiliar to me. Let's focus on the here and now."

We made passionate love thereafter, until Roche barged in our room and scolded us for being too loud and waking everyone up. Normally, I'd be embarrassed, but in that moment I didn't care if my screams reached Kovir! My witcher still loves me, and that's what matters.

The rest of the journey should be smooth. Clear skies and calm waters. By my estimation, we should arrive in the Pontar River Delta by tomorrow morning.

July 24, 1271
Flotsam

We arrived in Flotsam today, and already things are a mess. As soon as we got off the ship, we were ambushed by the Iroveth and his band of Scoia'tael. I was barely able to keep us alive. I created a bubble shield that transformed their elven arrows into a cloud butterflies. Such a pretty spell; I always wanted to use it. Maybe I was tired from the journey, but it proved too taxing for me and I fainted.

Next thing I remember is seeing Roche's boots bounce up and down in my vision. I was slung over Roche's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Geralt was heroically battling back the Squirrels that came into melee range. We make such a great team, even when I'm delirious and barely conscious. Through it all, I managed to maintain the spell until we got to safety. Otherwise, we would have been riddled with arrows.

Our trouble didn't end there. It was out of the frying pan and into the fire. We arrived to see a mob gathered about to hang Zoltan and Dandelion! Sometimes I wonder of Fate likes to play little pranks. Thankfully, we were able to free them.

Geralt and I decided to rent a room at the local inn... which is also a brothel. Ugh, these backwater towns and their dirty brothels! On the plus side, the sound of our lovemaking shouldn't raise any alarms. Maybe it's not such a bad place after all.

July 25, 1271
Flotsam

Spent most of the day exploring the town with Geralt. We met two shady looking alchemists who claimed they had an experimental potion for my witcher to test. I said "out of the question!" They pleaded with us, assured me that my witcher would be perfectly safe. Geralt was eager to try – he always was a curious man!

After showing us their academic credentials, both from the Imperial Academy as well as the College of Oxenfurt, I relented. Geralt gulped down the potion and said it tasted like almonds. Weird.

Then we came across a man and woman that Geralt had saved from the Temerian army at the La Valette's Castle. Apparently, my witcher protected them from the raping and looting that comes as the result of victory. I love hearing these stories about Geralt – he is so noble and kind. Always helping those in need! And after he refused to take money for his selfless act, I gave him a kiss right then and there. "Hold on to that man," the woman told me. "He's a keeper for sure. Will make a fine husband for you."

Geralt teased me a lot after that – started calling me "wife" the rest of the day! Although I'd never admit it to him, I really did like the sound of it. Maybe someday, witcher, maybe someday...

In the evening, we walked along the bank of the river holding hands. I wish moments like those would last forever. Where we could escape the trouble of life and just enjoy each other's presence.

July 26, 1271
Flotsam

Geralt and I were talking to Dandelion and Zoltan at the inn. We were having such a lovely conversation, catching up and swapping gossip about current events. All of a sudden, a loud commotion was heard outside. It seems a Kayran has decided to take up residence in the river delta. Lovely. I guess that explains why there were hardly any ships moving in and out of port.

To make matters worse, Síle de Tansarville took up the contract. A regular ice queen – woman gives me chills every time I look at her. She wanted to recruit Geralt, as she claimed that a professional's help would be useful.

Geralt agreed to join her in the contract. I hope he knows what he's doing; Síle is never up to any good. I seriously doubt she came down to this backwater village to rid the peasants of their local sea monster. No. She is definitely up to something shady. I'll have to do some covert investigation whenever I get a chance.

On our way back to the inn, a few thugs confronted us and decided to collect the bounty on Geralt's head. Fools. Still, I wanted to avoid bloodshed. I told them that he was innocent and to leave us alone.

"Listen to that," their leader taunted. "The ginger bitch thinks she can order us around! Too bad, love. We're taking that kingslayer's head and collecting our gold."

I lit up a flame in my hand – in hopes to scare them. It worked on the lackeys, they were about wetting their trousers! But alas, it merely emboldened the leader. "Oi men! You scared of the little witch? At them at once! Kill the witcher, but keep the ginger alive. I want to plough some manners into her!"

Bandits, they never learn. For all their bravado, they were no match for a battle hardened sorceress and a master witcher.

Once we returned to the inn, I ordered a hot bath be prepared for two. Geralt and I soaked in the water for hours! After washing away all of the dirt and grime from the town, we relaxed in each other's arms. Our slick bodies rubbing against one another was a heavenly experience. I kissed each one of his scars as he tenderly rubbed my back. It wasn't long before sensual rubbing led to lovemaking. How many rounds was it this time? Four, five? I lost count as our bodies melded together in the hot soapy water.

Needless to say, I didn't want to ever get out of that bath, but eventually our bodies started shriveling like a pair of prunes. So, we reluctantly exited the bath and got ready for bed. Geralt started snoring the second his head hit the pillow. I really wore him out!

I'll close this entry by writing that no matter where I end up, no matter what shithole I land in, as long as Geralt is there, I am home.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this latest installment! I know I changed the story a bit by having Triss and Geralt explore Flotsam together. But, I wanted to show Geralt and Triss spending some time together just being in each other's presence. Makes for a more interesting story as well, I hope! Let me know what you all think.

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