Funny how easy it was to kill the emperor of the most powerful country on the continent, Emhyr var Emreis, Deithwen Addan yn Carn aep Morvudd, the White Flame Dancing on the Barrows of his Enemies - his second regicide. Even funnier that Fringilla's killing spree that cost his fellow generals their lives and scared the holy shit out of him, came to be the inspiration for their plan. The emperor should have had all her things removed from her former chambers at the Cintrean castle after her arrest, and especially her botany stash. Luckily for Gallatin and him, it was still there and everything was meticulously labelled. Easy-peasy to find the small bottle of nightshade essence. And how remarkably easy to get into the emperor's private chambers at night. The servants and guards all stepped away and let him pass without a single question. Had the emperor instructed them to let him in? Or was it his scary commander voice and the fresh blood on his hands and in his face? The blood was a nice touch. Cahir smiles at the memory. Gallatin's idea. Emhyr believed him that he had done the deed, killed the elven warrior, right away. How foolish!
He did not suspect anything at all when, on the emperor's orders, he poured them both a glass of wine.
On the tiled floor, the dark red of the wine that was spilled soon after, mixed beautifully with Emhyr's blood. It spouted from the side of the paralysed emperor's neck like a scarlet fountain.
He should not have asked him to kill his best friend to prove his loyalty.
Now look who is dancing. Well, not literally dancing in the classical sense of the word, but hopping around the campfire whooping and celebrating their lucky escape.
Even though the untimely death of the emperor must have been discovered by now and they are the prime suspects, it is very unlikely that, with chaos bound to ensue in Nilfgaard because Emhyr left no heir, the hunt for them will be set in motion any time soon. They will be over the hills and far away by then, in some wood beyond enemy lines. They are used to living rough, and there are enough huge forests where hiding from both the north and the south will be child's play as long as they have each other's back.
Which they will. Always.