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The Servant of a Vampire Part 19

Nearly there then we have Book 2. Don't worry people. Don't worry.

For the next few days Dettlaff has been giving you gifts after gifts after gifts. He gave you a white horse whom you named Thistle, when he saw that you were more comfortable in pants he gave you shirts and pants made of the finest cotton and crafted with the most delicate hands, he learned how to cook for you (that kind of ended in disaster. Kind of.) and he even gave you the palace garden.

The people of Toussaint rejoiced at the idea of a new Duchess and they bowed whenever you passed and they also called you 'Your Grace' and 'Your Majesty' whenever they saw you. One day a girl rode into Beauclair on a horse. Her name was Cirilla. Cirilla was beautiful. She had white hair tied in a low bun and emerald green eyes. Whenever she smiled there seemed to always be a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

Ciri had told you that she had no intention of being Empress of Nilfgaard, Queen of Cintra, Skellige and Redania, Lady of Metinna, Ebbing and Gemmera and Sovereign of Nazair and Vicovaro and had hoped that you would help her. You assured her that she needn't worry and that, in the future, your child will take the thrones she didn't want. Cirilla thanked you and you gave her a room to stay in for the night.

Later, in your bedroom, Dettlaff walked into the room. He looked like he had been crying. You sat up in your bed and closed the book you were reading.

"What's wrong?" You asked.

"I..." He looked down, as if unsure as to why he was in your room at 12am. "I had a nightmare... Can I stay the night with you? Please?"

You smiled, nodded and shuffled to the side to give Dettlaff some room. He got into the bed and turned his back on you. Then he fell asleep. You smiled softly and combed his hair with your fingers. Dettlaff seemed to like that because he turned around and shuffled closer to you. It wasn't long until he fell asleep...

When you fell asleep you saw you, Dettlaff and a little girl on a boat. It looked like it was going to rain and you had tried to tell Dettlaff this but he ignored you, saying it was alright. Then thunder clapped and lightning flashed and you were now screaming.

Screaming.

Screaming.

Screaming...

"VALENTIA!"

The Servant of a Vampire Part 20

You and Dettlaff were spending more and more time with each other and you felt yourself falling for him more and more. You even noticed little things about him. Things like, for example, he twitches whenever he hears a random noise come out from nowhere or that, whenever he smiles, he's got this joyous twinkle in his eyes, making him look like a toddler in a candy store.

Once, when you carved him a small box to put stuff inside, he squealed happily and hugged you.

Another time, when you somehow managed to go on a trip for a while, you went to Nazair. When you came back you had a box full of Nazair roses, his favourite Nazair cologne and a brooch. The brooch was made of gold and it was carved like a lily. It reminded you of The Golden Lily of Ofier. You've been to Ofier, your cousin lives in Ofier. You gave him those items and you noticed that he has been wearing the brooch next to his moth brooch ever since.

One day Dettlaff came up to you, wringing his hands anxiously. You were reading a book when you heard him clear his throat. You raised an eyebrow and looked up.

"I... Um... I want you... To teach me to dance... Please." He added the word 'please' so quietly that it was a miracle you heard it.

You smiled and put the book down then stood up. "Of course. Let's go to the ballroom."

He gave you his arm and you two walked to the ballroom in silence. When you got there you let go of his arm and glided to the side.

"First a gentleman must ask for the dance then, if she says yes, give her your hand." You told him.

Dettlaff nodded and walked towards you with confidence. He bowed low, giving you his hand. "M'lady. It would be my honour to dance with you tonight. If you let me, of course." He said in a low voice.

You smiled and took his hand. "It would be my pleasure. Sir Dettlaff." You said in a posh voice.

He chuckled, straightened and led you to the dance floor. He bowed before you and you curtsied. Then he gripped your waist and you put your hand on his shoulder. He didn't want any teaching. He just wanted to dance with you with no music. You glided around the ballroom, not noticing the two vampires giving one maid some coin,then the maid walked off with a happy look on her face.

You two waltzed around the room, you wearing a smile and Dettlaff looking at you with adoration and love. You didn't notice the look though. You were too busy staring at him with a look of pure adoration and love on your face. Finally, the dance ended at 12am. Dettlaff walked back to your room and slept in your bed because of the nightmares. But you were certain he didn't want to feel alone. You snuggled up to him and fell asleep.

Short chapters will be coming up cause we're nearing the end of my marvellously shitty story! Then we have book 2, which is called Whisper of Death. So yeah. Bye!

The Servant of a Vampire Part 21

The end of the year got strange. First you've got an invitation from a woman named Orianna to attend her End of The Year Party, then Dettlaff disappears and whenever Dominic sees you he giggles like crazy and runs off. You were honestly very confused.

You were in your and Dettlaff's room when a knock on your door was heard. You opened it and found a box on the ground. You picked it up and carried it to your bed then opened it. Inside was a beautiful red dress with yellow embroidery on the hems and edges of the long, loose sleeves. You gasped and took the dress out. You loved the dress! It was beautiful. You examined it carefully and saw that the collar was high and lilies were embroidered onto the dress in pink. You looked inside the box for a note or anything but you couldn't find anything. It was still beautiful. No matter what.

You put the dress aside and continued reading. Dettlaff seemed to be wanting to spoil you rotten. You didn't mind but there were a lot of gifts he gave you. Another knock on the door was heard and you opened the door to see another small box on the ground. This box was gold with a carving of yours and Dettlaff's name. You picked it up and walked into the room then opened the box. Inside was a red mask with silver swirls. What was going on?

One hour later and you were having dinner alone when a messenger came up to you with a message. You thanked him, gave him some coins and opened the letter. Inside was a hair clip in the shape of lilies. You smiled and hid the clips in your pocket then continued to eat your fruit salad.

Another messenger came to you with another letter. You gave him some coins and he left. You opened the letter and gasped in delight when you saw a poem. You read the poem.

My love I adore so much

My love I'm there for you

My love I adore so much

My love I love your *eye colour* eyes

My love I adore so much

My love I want to marry one day

My love I adore so much

My love I want to be yours

You smiled, blushed and put the poem into your pocket. (I can't write poems to save my life. But I did try with this one). Then you continued playing with the children who lived in the palace.

When it was time to get ready for The End of the Year Party maids rushed into the room. Two did your hair, two got you dressed and one did your makeup. When you were finally ready they let you look inside the mirror. You gasped. They did an outstanding job. Your hair was curled and tied into a braided bun (If you've got short hair then they curled your hair as best as they can and put the clips in), coloured your eyes with light pink powder and coloured your lips dark red. The clips that Dettlaff gave you were pinned all around your hair to make it look like you were wearing a crown and you were wearing the mask.

They pushed you out the door and waved goodbye. You walked out of the palace and a guard took you to a carriage. You climbed inside and the carriage took you to Orianna's estate. The door opened and Dettlaff was standing outside the carriage, giving you a hand. He was wearing a white shirt with a ruffled collar and a black jacket. On his face was a dark blue mask with white swirls.

"My lady." He said with a smile.

You took his hand. "Kind sir."

He chuckled and you two walked into the estate. The lady of the house was the first to greet you. Orianna had short red hair that curled at her ears and brown eyes. Tonight she was wearing a cobalt blue floor length dress.

"*Name*! I heard so much about you. Come. Come. Sit down. I have to learn more about the person who stole Dettlaff's heart." Orianna took your hand and led you to a table.

You sat down and Dettlaff took a seat next to you. Orianna poured the two of a glass of wine and poured herself a glass of Est Est. She sat down and lifted her cup, taking a sip.

"So, *Name*. Tell me about yourself. For you do not sound like you're from Toussaint." She said and swirled the wine around gently.

You smiled and pushed the cup away from you. "Well... My family is very scattered. My mum and dad lived in Skellige when I was born then they moved here when I turned 15, my cousins live in Kovir and my aunt and uncle live in Novigrad." You said and took a sip of your wine.

"Hm. They are indeed very scattered. Any siblings?"

(If you've any siblings: 'Yes. I do. They live in Oxenfurt. They're actually fighting for magical beings and their own rights.')

"Oh. No. Unfortunately. I would love a brother or sister to annoy me." You sighed and looked down at your own cup.

Orianna nodded. "And what do you do in your free time?"

"Well I can bake. I can cook some food. I love to read."

Orianna nodded. Dettlaff stood and so did you. The vampire bowed to Orianna.

"We must get going. We've a party to enjoy. Orianna." He left and you quickly followed him.

"Is something the matter?" You asked him.

Dettlaff sighed and shook his head. "No. At the moment nothing is wrong. For I am standing right next to the most beautiful person in the world."

You blushed and turned your head to the night sky. "How about we enjoy the party? And then we'll watch the fireworks?"

He nodded. "I'd love that."

You two enjoyed the party. The food was great, the entertainments were fantastic and the music was enjoyable. Finally, it was time for the New Year to start. You walked to the balustrade and looked up at the night sky, Dettlaff beside you. Then everybody started counting down.

"Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!"

The fireworks rose up high into the sky and exploded into dazzling displays of colour. Dettlaff grabbed your chin and turned your head to his. He looked you in the eyes then kissed you. You were shocked at first. Then you kissed him back. People cheered all around you and, when you broke off the kiss, someone shoved a glass of wine into your hand.

You had a feeling things would be great...

Emhyr:

"Emperor Emhyr Var Emreis!" A guard screamed.

"What? I'm incredibly busy..." He muttered and glared at the interrupter.

"A knight from Toussaint has come to visit you. He said that it's urgent."

Emhyr sighed. "Very well... Let him in."

The knight that walked into the room was none other than Damien De La Tour. He bowed low before the Emperor.

"Emperor Emhyr. I've an urgent matter to discuss." He said out loud.

Emhyr winced. "Speak."

"The Duchess of Toussaint is dead. Killed by an angry vampire."

Emhyr's face fell at the sad news. "Oh. Anything... Anything else?"

The knight nodded. "Yes Emperor. The vampire has taken over Toussaint. He has found a lover named *Name*. They're a commoner. They promised Princess Cirilla that their future child will take your throne when you die."

Emhyr stood up. "WHAT?!" He screamed in anger.

Damien nodded. "It is true. A half bloodsucker will take your throne."

"But... But they won't have any royal blood!"

"And the people will accept it. I've spoken to a farmer and his wife and they said it'd be weird but interesting."

"I will not let this happen! You," He pointed a finger at the knight. "Shall go to Toussaint and watch them. When the baby is born... Kill it."

The Servant of a Vampire SPECIAL CHAPTER 1

Eight years. That's how long you and Dettlaff have been dating. And now. Here you are. Standing in front of Delenfer Pass wearing a white dress with your hair up in a double-twist bun updo. You were holding a bouquet of lilies, daffodils and wildflowers and on your feet were white heeled slippers. You felt like a Queen.

People stood on either side of the path, holding candles. Your father beside you, you holding his elbow. A horn was heard and the people started singing. Their soft voices wafted to you as your father walked you down the carpeted path. Knights clicked their feet together and stood up straight. Some bowed. Others winked. When you passed the people they fell into step behind you. They followed you to the palace and sat down on wooden bench chairs.

The singing stopped, your father gave you to Dettlaff (After kissing you on the cheek) and you and your beloved turn to the priest. He looked at you with a smile and turned to the people of Toussaint. He raised his hands above his head.

"Dearly beloved!" His old, weathered voice rang out loud and clear. "Tonight is a special night! Tonight we are witnessing two beautiful things! One, we got a new Duchess and a new Duke! Two, we are witnessing a wedding!"

You looked at Dettlaff and smiled softly. He smiled back.

"Dettlaff Van der Eretein! Do you take *Name* to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The priest asked Dettlaff.

"I do." Dettlaff said without hesitation.

"And do you, *Full name*, take Dettlaff Van der Eretein to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest asked you.

You nodded. "I do." You said, also without hesitation.

"You may now place the crowns on each other's head!"

The crown bearer, who was Dominic, ran forward. He held a pillow in his hands and on the pillow were two crowns. One was a circlet and it was black with red rubies. The other was a silver tiara with a black pearl. He stopped in front of you two and you took the black circlet and Dettlaff took the silver tiara.

He turned to you and you bowed your head. He put the tiara on your head and you put your head back up. You reached up and Dettlaff bowed his head. You put the circlet on his head and Dettlaff raised his head.

"You may now kiss!" The priest stepped backwards.

You kissed Dettlaff and the audience erupted in applause. You heard Regis cheer.

"That's my best friend and she's like a sister to me! Whoo!" You heard him scream.

"Talking about sisters I want a sister!" Dominic yelled over the applause.

You broke the kiss off to smile at Dominic. "We'll see." You said and laughed.

Dettlaff wrapped an arm around your waist. "We will Dom. Don't worry."

You blushed and swatted at Dettlaff's arm. "Dettlaff!"

He laughed and kissed you on the cheek. You looked up at him and smiled brightly. You were going to be with him forever...

The Servant of a Vampire SHORT CHAPTER! LAST CHAPTER!

Hell yes! It's the last chapter! Can't wait to write book 2!

"Ma! Pa! C'mon! It's probably going to rain today!" Your daughter screamed at the top of her lungs.

Dettlaff chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Alright. Let's go Valentia."

You grabbed the picnic basket with one hand and picked up Valentia with the other. You and Dettlaff walked out of the room and smiled at Damien, who was standing in front of the sign.

"Your Graces." He said, bowing his head.

"Let's go." Dettlaff said.

Damien nodded and followed you out of Beauclair and to the boat sitting at the lake near the harbour. He climbed in first then you then Dettlaff. Dettlaff grabbed the oars and rowed the boat to the middle of the lake, then stopped.

"Happy Birthday Valentia." Dettlaff said and smiled at his daughter.

Valentia beamed and hugged her father. Dettlaff hugged her back. Suddenly, a storm started. The boat rocked back and forth. You looked at Damien only to see that he was holding a weather rock. He smiled at you and tossed the rock into the ocean. The wind howled and rocked the boat harder. Dettlaff grabbed you then tried to grab his daughter.

But it was too late. Valentia fell over the side of the boat and sank to the bottom. You couldn't see her but you gripped the edge of the boat anyway, leaning over. You looked over the edge of the boat and into the water but you couldn't see your daughter.

"VAL!" You screamed. "VALENTIA!"

You heard Dettlaff growl. You turned to see him choking Damien with one hand. Damien was smiling in a sadistic way.

"Long live the 'Princess'." He said with his final breath.

You looked into the water again and screamed for your daughter. But no sign of her. You tried again and again until your throat became hoarse.

"VALENTIA!"

Ladies, Gentlemen and other genders! I will not let you wait! For you shall no longer be waiting! Behold: The Next Book of The Servant of a Vampire! Written by a dumbass who doesn't know what they are doing.

Title: Whispers of Death

Characters:

Keira Metz

Lambert

Gaunter O'dimm

Priscilla and Dandelion (For a short bit)

Dettlaff

And my OC's:

Valentia Acacia Van Der Eretein

Jake, son of Dandelion and Priscilla and famous painter of the Continent and the World (Please do not hate on me. I'm terrible with remembering shit)

Blurb:

Valentia was found washed up on a beach by Keira Metz and Lambert. Together the two adopted her. Only to find out that she has exceptional abilities. Valentia can talk to the dead, summon the dead and even talk to animals.

One day she hears a warning from the dead. The dead whispered in her ear that Toussaint is in danger and that she must save it. So she sets off to save Toussaint with her boyfriend, Jake, and her friend, Gaunter O'dimm.

And now you shall wait until I finish my fanfics in here. See you next time folks!

Bevause it is Pride Month I shall be updating Yennefer. No. Happy Pride Month Y'all! (I really do hope my shitty brain has actually remembered when something is for once)

Yennefer. No. Part 4

Geralt woke up and the first thing he did was check if Regis was still in bed with his eyes closed. When he felt empty space he opened his eyes in a panic and sat up, looking around.

"Regis?" He called out, his voice hoarse from sleep. "Regis?!"

His enhanced hearing picked up the sound of water sloshing around in a tub then the door opened. Regis was carrying a tub full of water into the room and it was obvious he was struggling. Beads of sweat was on his face and his face was pale as he struggled to carry the tub into the room. Geralt got out of bed and took the tub off him. He dragged it to the area behind the divider, Regis following him. When Geralt put the tub down he felt arms wrap around him. Regis nuzzled his head into Geralt's shoulder.

"Thank you friend." He muttered and Geralt smiled softly.

The Witcher put his hands on Regis's. "I'll do anything for you Regis. I'll even give you the entire world."

Regis made a face. "Please don't kill anyone for me. I have a friend called Dettlaff and a bitch named Sylvia Anna," He spat the words out with hatred and Geralt agreed for his hatred on Syanna. "Manipulated him to do her dirty work."

Geralt nodded. He knew. Four years ago Syanna had manipulated Dettlaff and Anna Henrietta just gave her a pat on the head for murder. He remembered how she tried to have sex with him but he refused. He also remembered the deep satisfaction at seeing Syanna die followed by guilt.

Regis unwrapped his arms from Geralt and walked to the tub. He looked at Geralt and grinned.

"I have a feeling you and I knew each other deeply and were more than friends." He gestured to the tub. "And oh dear this tub can fit two people. I'll be dreadfully lonely."

Geralt smiled and blushed. "I'll join you."

"Excellent."

Twenty minutes later and Geralt was walking down to the kitchen with Regis when Regis suddenly bent over and coughed up blood. Panic made Geralt stop breathing and he had no clue what to do. He made random hand gestures then he held Regis. He needed a doctor but Regis was a doctor and there was no doctor nor town nearby!

Finally Regis straightened.

"Thanks Geralt." He muttered and Geralt finally let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"You okay?!" He asked, his voice high from panic.

Regis nodded. "I am. Thanks. Let's continue to the dining room. I'm starving."

Feeling like shit... Don't wanna update much but doing this for readers. If I'm not updating and you want an update just message me and go 'Hey. Idiot! Where's Yennefer. No.?' And I'll try to update. Another short one. Sorry

Yennefer. No. Part 5

Yennefer:

Yennefer threw a silver goblet at the wall and screamed. "Geralt should be in my arms by now! He should have realised that this 'relationship' is pointless!" She screamed.

"Well, you're wrong. He is so in love with Regis that he will do anything for him." Triss said.

Yennefer scoffed and fell into an angry silence, thinking. Then an idea struck her. She smiled and looked at the window, watching Regis and Geralt walking around.

"If he won't realise how much of a mistake this 'relationship' was then I'll just take the one thing he 'loves' the most." She said slyly.

"Don't hurt Ciri. He'll do things to you that even the Temple Guard would think twice if doing." Triss warned.

Yennefer rolled her eyes. "Why would I hurt Ciri? She's like a daughter to me. I'll just hurt someone else..."

Geralt and Regis:

Regis told Geralt that he wanted to go outside so Geralt took him outside but still kept him in the keep. Regis looked around at the beautiful scenery with his mouth open.

"I feel like I should know this place!" Regis exclaimed. He then saw the platforms pushed against the wall and tugged at Geralt's arm. "Wanna race friend? Wanna race?"

Geralt smiled at Regis, who was now acting like a little kid. Regis bounced on his toes, an excited twinkle in his eyes. Geralt hummed and pretended to think.

"I don't know..." He said slowly.

Regis started bouncing even faster. "Please. Please. Say yes. Please!" He even had the audacity to give Geralt puppy eyes.

Geralt huffed. "Sure."

Regis squealed and turned to the ladder. "Ready."

Geralt got into position.

"Set." Then he took off, laughing.

"Hey!" Geralt yelled and chased after him.

(Once I'm finished The Experiment and Yennefer. No. And Whispers of Death would you guys like me to do a Eredin story or a Gaunter O'dimm story?)

Geralt laughed quietly under his breath, watching his lover running across the platforms. They ran out of Kaer Morhen and to the woods near the keep. Regis then turned invisible.

Geralt skidded to a stop and looked around. He frowned and stepped forward. "Regis?" He asked.

Then Regis popped up behind him. "Catch me if you can!" He yelled.

Geralt laughed and turned around. But Regis wasn't there. He could hear Regis laughing somewhere. Then his shirt was gone.

"Much better! You look better without your shirt love!" Regis said with glee.

"If I have my shirt off then you take yours off!" Geralt yelled, shivering but having lots of fun.

Regis's shirt hit his face before he could even register what happened then Regis jumped over his head. Geralt huffed a laugh out and tried to catch him but the vampire was gone. Then Regis's gambeson hit him. It smelt like him. Geralt held it close and looked around.

He saw Regis standing behind a tree and ran to the tree. Regis ran to the left and Geralt jumped to the left, blocking him. Regis then jumped to the right and Geralt jumped to the right to block him. They did that for five minutes and Geralt was no longer cold. He knew his vampire was playing with him. The damned vampire could poof away from him whenever he wanted. Then Regis disappeared.

Geralt turned around in a circle, looking for him. Then he felt weight on his back and arms wrapping around his neck.

"Boo." Regis whispered in the Witchers ear.

Geralt smiled, grabbed Regis's ankles and spun in circles. Regis laughed and clung to Geralt tighter. Then he started shaking violently. Geralt stopped and turned his head to Regis.

"Regis?" He asked with worry.

Regis got off Geralt's back with a puff of smoke. Geralt turned around. Regis was now next to a tree, vomiting. Geralt ran to him and caught the vampire when he fainted just in time. He gripped Regis and stopped breathing.

"Regis?" He asked and fell to his knees, still holding Regis. "Regis?!" Silence, the vampire was out. "Regis!"

Whisper in the Shadows Prologue (Sequel to Servant of a Vampire)

Guess who's alive?! It's me! The dumbass of... Idk. I'm just a dumbass. So I'm trying to improve my writing and I'm sorry this took SO LONG for me to rise from my grave and get my shit together and just. Write. So yeah. Enjoy the first chapter to Whisper in the Shadows...

The whisper of straw against wooden floor as Valentia sweeps the floor was heard. Her white hands delicately held a broom and she sweeps from one side of the front room to the other. Her mother, Keira, is reading a book by the fireplace. Her father, Lambert, is outside getting ready for a contract. Keira peers up at Valentia from the edge of her book and watched as Valentia finished the last chore of the day.

Valentia walked towards a wooden rocking chair and sat down. A rat hopped up and squeaked at her. Valentia snorted and started stroking its head. Keira, curious and slightly intrigued, set the book down and watched Valentia. The rat squeaked again and Valentia rolled her eyes.

"Can't. I'd like to relax for a bit before I do." She protested.

The rat squeaked again and Valentia groaned.

"Fine. But one game. Then I have to meet with Jake at The Chameleon."

Valentia got up and closed her eyes. She slowly counted to ten and the rat scurried off. Keira frowned and picked her book up again, reading it.

Later that night

Valentia tossed and turned, her cotton sheets wrapping themselves around her legs due to her tossing and turning. Her window threw themselves open and her sheer purple curtains fluttered in the wind. A nearby lit candle snuffed out and the wind drifted to Valentia. Black hair stuck themselves to Valentia's face and Valentia squeezed her eyes shut. She rolled onto her back and groaned.

"No!" She muttered out. "Please."

Her dreams were taunting her. She was walking through a duchy that looked like it once was beautiful. Dirt with patches of emerald green grass spread out before her. Streams and one huge river was dried out, and a creepy fog lay at the ground. Valentia stepped forward, her barefeet disturbing the fog. No foglets came to attack her, which was strange.

Suddenly, a figure rose up from the fog. It made a sound that a wraith would make. Valentia got into a fighting position but it seemed like she didn't have to. The figure's form twisted until it became a woman. The woman's form was like a shadows but Valentia could see she wore her hair in a bun and she once wore a crown. The woman looked at Valentia.

"Do not be alarmed little princess. I didn't mean to scare you." Her voice echoed yet it sounded soft, like a mother's voice did when soothing a young child from its nightmares.

"Who are you?" Valentia cried out.

The woman bowed her head. "I cannot say. But I will say something. Valentia. I have a warning for you. My cousin wants to destroy the rulers of Toussaint." She waved her hand at the destruction. In the distance a city lay in ruins. "This is what will happen if you do not stop him. Please. Help my duchy."

A strong wind ruffled Valentia's hair and she levitated upwards. Panic made her heart skip a beat and Valentia's eyes widened.

"Wait! I have more questions! Who are you?! Why me?! How do you know me?!"

Back in the real world, Valentia tossed and turned even more as Lambert and Keira try to wake her. Finally, Valentia sat up gasping for air.

Tumblr! I need help. I'm trying to find this Witcher fanfiction. Geralt had a contract from the Duchess, this was after Dettlaff happened and Syanna died, to destroy a group of vampires or something like that. Regis said there's a way and he got Geralt to pretend to be his slave while he pretended to be a mean evil vampire. Can y'all please gimme the link or tell me the story? It's on ao3

So II have a cat. And I named it after one of the girls in Witcher 3. So if you want you can guess her name. She's beautiful though isn't she?

His Revenge

Lizzy huffed as she sat down at the tavern bar. She was slowly losing hope that she would ever find her father. And her mother. Her black hair tumbled down her cheeks and rested on the bar. The barkeep smiled at her as he cleaned the cup.

"Something wrong Miss?" He asked.

Lizzy gave him a closed mouth smile as she looked up. "I guess you can say that. You see, I'm trying to find my father and..." She trailed off as a new lead got to her. "I've got to go. But thank you for your time."

She stood up fast, nearly knocking the stool down. Then she ran. She ran past Corvo Bianco, where a Witcher now lives, and into Beauclair. Her black hair bounced as she ran through the streets of Beauclair. This was her final lead. If all doesn't go well then she might have to just sit down and cry. When she got to Mere La-Chaiselongue Cemetery she skidded to a stop and bent down, her hands on her knees. Then she walked to the crypt and knocked on the door.

Silence. Her excited grin fell and she knocked again. Then again. And then again. No answer. The door swung open and Lizzy walked in.

"Hello? Mr Regis?" She called out.

Regis wasn't inside. A sob escaped her lips and Lizzy crumpled to the floor. Her heart grew heavy and another sob escaped. Then another. And another. Lizzy cried as he realisation that she would never find her father and mother came crashing down.

"Um. Hello?" A voice said uncertainly.

Lizzy jumped up and turned around. Emiel Regis was standing behind her, confused. He clutched his satchel tightly.

"What are you doing in my crypt?" He asked.

"Regis!" Lizzy cried and jumped on him. Regis pushed her off.

"I don't know you." He muttered. "Now leave."

"Regis. It's me. Elizabeth." Lizzy pleaded but Regis still looked at her with a confused look.

With a heavy heart and a lump in her throat she leaves. Rain was pouring down from the sky, soaking Lizzy. Regis didn't recognise her. He just told her to leave. Lizzy sat down on the edge of the street and put her head in her hands. Her heart ached for her father. For her mother. She so desperately wanted to see them. A raven sat down next to her and cawed. Lizzy looked at it and smiled.

"At least you don't have to worry about finding your parents. After all, you know yours." She murmured and stroked the bird.

The raven cawed again before taking off. Lizzy grabbed a nearby pebble and threw it. She caught the pebble. She could ask for his help but she didn't want to bother him. She sighed and lied down, looking at the clouds. Her and her father used to lie on the grass everyday, telling each other what they saw in the clouds. Once Lizzy saw a bunny in the clouds and her father saw a torch.

The clouds dissipated, revealing a perfect blue sky. Guards walked past her, neither paying her any heed. Tears brimmed in the corner of her eyes and she shook them away. Ravens landed on the roofs above her, watching her curiously.

Whispers in the Shadows Chapter 7

"Maybe the Witcher can help." Jake whispered.

Valentia turned on her bed and gave him a look. "Yeah. Sure. Ask him for help? He wouldn't even know where to look."

"But maybe he does." Jake sat up on his bed. "Think about it Val. A powerful being on our side, helping us. Besides, what if there are monsters? Who will protect us?"

Valentia groaned. "Goodnight Jake." She turned around.

Jake stared at her sadly and plopped back down, going to sleep immediately.

The next day, at breakfast, Valentia was silent. When she was done she got up and pushed the chair away from her.

"Let's go." She said and walked out of the inn.

Jake hurried after her, eating his porridge. He told the innkeeper he'd return the bowl once he was done. They walked down the road and into a vineyard.

"Where are we?" Jake asked.

"Corvo Bianco." Valentia whispered.

They walked to the door and knocked. They only had to wait a few minutes before the door opened and a man popped his head out of the door.

"Can I help you two?" He asked.

"Yes. Um. Does a Witcher live here?" Valentia asked.

"He does but he's busy right now. He'll be back by midday."

"Then we'll wait here." Valentia muttered and sat down on the bench.

They waited for four hours for the Witcher. When he arrived a girl with white hair was with him. He saw Valentia and smiled.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"Yes. I was hoping that you could help me find the daughter of Duke Dettlaff and Duchess Y/N?" Valentia asked.

"I might not be able to help you. But the duke's friend can help."

The Witcher told Valentia and Jake to go to Mere La-Chaiselongue Cemetery. A vampire lived in the crypt. He also was looking for the daughter. Valentia thanked him for his time and walked to Mere La-Chaiselongue Cemetery.

"Vampires. Of course there would be vampires. There's vampires everywhere!" Jake groaned.

Valentia laughed. "They don't bite." She said.

"Yeah. They do. They have fangs!" Jake threw his hands in the air.

Valentia rolled her eyes and knocked on the door of Mere La-Chaiselongue Cemetery. A man opened the door. His hair was grey and he had mutton chops on the side of his face. His eyes were black. The man raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah?" He said.

"Regis?" Valentia asked and the man nodded. "I'm Valentia. This is Jake. We're looking for the daughter of Duke Dettlaff and Duchess *Name*."

"I'm not interested in helping you." Regis muttered and was about to close the door when Valentia stopped him.

"Please. We have information on how to find her. And we think you want help finding here." Valentia pleaded.

Regis gives her a look and sighed. "Fine. Meet me at the palace tomorrow at dawn. Don't be late."

Valentia nodded. "We won't. Come on Jake."

Jake groaned and followed Valentia.

Witcher 3 characters I would date (But it just gets a little concerning)

Number 1. Dettlaff van der Eretein. I feel like I can fix him. I feel like I can make him understand that not all humans are bad.

Number 2. Eredin Bréacc Glas. He's adorable. I love him.

Number 3. Gaunter O'dimm. My father didn't give me enough therapy so now I like the devil from the Witcher 3.

Number 4. Geralt of Rivia. No explanation needed.

Number 5. Cirilla Fiona Elen Rhiannon. She's awesome and really cute m'kay. She gives me bisexual vibes

Number 6. Lambert

Number 7. Vlodomir Von Everec. He's alright. I'd give him cookies and pat him on the head but at the same time I'd run away from him cause he might wanna fuck me and I'm Ace.

That is all. Have a good day everyone.

I will not stop playing the Witcher 3 until the Witcher 4 comes out OR until my daddy issues has been resolved OR until the remake of Witcher 1 has been released (hopefully it looks better when it did the first time it came out) OR until all of them happens

Favourite line from the Witcher 3:

'Lambert. You're a genius.'

'Course I am. So? We inviting the ldge to our bash?'

'Fuck yeah! Summon the bitches!'

Lol iif I got teleported to the last game I played I'd be fucked. I'd have to find my way to Toussaint and hope I don't get murdered or even worse.

Frame 1. Radovid (a storyteller) : "Milena is the eldest of my two sisters. While Dalimira was fascinated by religion, Milka, resolute and stubborn, dreamed of becoming the first ruling queen in the history of Redania. But according to the old custom, the princes always inherit the throne before their sisters".

Frame 2. Milena: "After so many years - and a boy! Father is beaming! He did not want to see me on the throne ..."

Dalimira: "Milena, it's not like that! And don't transfer your resentment to our newborn brother!"

Radovid (a storyteller) : Milka and I were very friendly, we often played together! I was the mighty King Radovid, and she was my adviser, the sorceress Millegarda. Her magic power woke up late in full force. When Milena could no longer control it, Philippa insisted on studying at Aretuza. How I wept when my sister had to leave!"

Frame 3. Radovid (a storyteller) : "There was no news about my sister for almost 15 years. And even after destroying Aretuza, I still did not find out where Millegarda had gone. Yes, Milena is a sorceress, but first of all she is my sister. And I will definitely find her..."

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Кадр 1. Радовид (рассказчик): "Милена — старшая из двух моих сестёр. Пока Далимира была увлечена религией, решительная и упрямая Милька мечтала стать первой в истории Редании правящей королевой . Но по старинному обычаю королевичи всегда наследуют трон прежде своих сестёр".

Кадр 2. Милена : "Спустя столько лет - и мальчик! Отец прям сияет! Как же он не хотел видеть меня на троне…"

Далимира : "Милена, это не так! И не переноси свою обиду на нашего новорождённого брата!"

Радовид (рассказчик) : "Мы с Милькой были очень дружны, часто играли вместе! Я был могучим королём Радовидом, а она - моей советницей, чародейкой Миллегардой. Её Дар поздно пробудился в полную силу. Когда Милена больше не могла его контролировать, Филиппа настояла на учёбе в Аретузе. Как же я рыдал, когда сестре пришлось уехать!"

Кадр 3. Радовид (рассказчик): "О сестре не было вестей почти 15 лет. И даже разрушив Аретузу, я так и не узнал, куда делась Миллегарда. Пускай Милена и чародейка, но в первую очередь она моя сестра. И я обязательно отыщу её..."

what is a bad habit Ves can not let go off?

I don't know about bad habit, but I like to think that she doesn't like when her hair grows longer than her normal length.

When Ves was captured by scoia'tael, she certainly tried to resist. At that moment, she was often grabbed by the hair, which made her defenseless. Ves no longer wants to feel the suffering that she experienced in captivity, so she is subconsciously afraid to grow it.

And even when Ves does not have a normal opportunity to cut it, she forces Roche or other soldiers to help fix her hair, as in this art.

Isn't it sad that even for his native Temeria, Roche is a foreigner? Many do not like him, and after he gave the North to Nilfgaard, they will clearly hate.

It is very sad.

If you think about Roche's history, you can understand that society has always hated him, in childhood, in the service, during the Third War, that after it. The people who truly love him can be counted on the fingers. The rest conduct only business relations in it, trying to use it for their own benefit.

He never had a chance to earn everyone's love. He always did dirty work and life always presented him with choices that in any case caused hatred for him among those around him.

But if initially people had treated him differently, perhaps he would not have been the Roche we know and love.