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i have had like, the busiest couple of days, but i have managed finally to wrestle some time to sit down and post this chapter.

in which we get some MLW/WLW solidarity over Ciri’s biceps, and really our first introduction to dear Morvran, and his fantastic ass. Finally a tie-in to the plot of the rest of the series, as well.

The Princess had been gathering herself to continue, but paused at his voice, and looked down and saw them. “Ah,” she said, “Luliana!” and came over to where a rope ladder hung from the platform. She climbed down it nimbly, her arm muscles bulging in her sleeveless shirt, and Luliana could not help but stare.

She remembered herself just enough to keep her mouth closed, and then glanced over nervously at the General to see if he had noticed her staring. At first he had not, but he then tore his eyes away from that same sight to give Luliana a rueful look, eyebrows raised. He nodded at her, lips pressed together.

“Heavens,” Luliana murmured to him again, and the General murmured back, “Indeed,” before composing his features as the Princess dropped to the ground and jogged lightly over to them, radiant with exertion.

“Milady,” the General said, making a crisp courtesy to both of them, and then he turned and walked away.

“Did– oh,” the Princess said, watching him leave. (Luliana looked briefly. His shirt clung to his back with sweat too, and the trousers were fitted enough to leave little to the imagination. He was a youth of barely twenty who spent a great deal of time in physical pursuits, particularly in the saddle; it was fair to say his posterior aspect was the superior angle from which to view him, even for a person of Luliana’s general proclivities.)

this is some expert-mode shit you gotta find the link yourself i uhhhhhh meant to do that

chapter 3 on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/31289303/chapters/78158882 (Your picture was not posted)