belated update! Lion, Sable, Passant, now with a delicious creamy white wolf filling

[dragonlady7]

sitting, vernon roche, the witcher

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OK so it’s a shortish chapter:

Chapter 2, on AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/36878308/chapters/93086302

but that’s because the rest doesn’t have a good spot to break, and is going to run quite long. so i thought, oh, i’ll break at the scene end there. and then i was like, well that means it’s done, so i can put it out for last week’s update.

for this coming week– well, we shall see. but.

also i thought the sooner i can update the more widely i can spread the word of those amazing comics https://archiveofourown.org/works/37236091. Fuck. Singlehandedly saving my February.

(Well. I mean. Also y’all are the lights of my life, too, but. You know. February. It’s terrible.)

This is, in honor of the season, an astonishingly light-hearted, sort of sweet chapter, despite Roche nearly getting eaten by ghouls.

“You,” Geralt said, staring at him.

“Whatever else may or may not be true about Luisa–” Roche began, and Geralt put his spoon down and leaned forward.

“She started a civil war against Foltest,” the witcher said patiently, as if Roche might not know that.

“I’m aware,” Roche said, as dryly as he possibly could. “She’s an ambitious, deceitful woman. But she loves her daughter, and she’s a good mother. Moreover, if she has what she wants, which is her child on the throne, then all of her malice and deceit and cunning will be used on our behalf rather than against us. Since we also want her daughter on the throne, it seemed to me far better to have her present, free, and effective, than to have to either imprison or kill her, and then explain whichever of those we choose to her daughter, who I might remind you watched her father die violently not all that long ago, and is a nine-year-old girl.”

The witcher contemplated that, his yellow eyes moving over Roche thoughtfully as he gnawed on the bread un-soaked. His teeth, Roche knew, were unusually sharp, and there was a time that knowledge might have unnerved him. But he’d known Geralt long enough, now, that mostly it just seemed normal and expected.

“That probably is the best thing for Anaïs,” Geralt conceded. (Your picture was not posted)