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meet death sitting, empress ciri, making it happen

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Golden Towers ch 2, now on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/42597816/chapters/107892522

Ciri reaches Nilfgaard!

Tiron makes awkward conversation with the fucking Emperor of the Known fucking World, fuck his entire life

featuring a tiny indirect cameo from everyone’s favorite dumpling guy

“I wouldn’t have thought you’d have many fond memories of your time in the North,” she said, which certainly did get Emhyr to refocus his attention onto her.

“No?” he said mildly.

“Not that I even know how long you were there,” she said.

“I had a long unpleasant exile,” Emhyr said, but his tone didn’t grow heated. “But it wasn’t without its charms.” Ciri tried not to cringe, at that; was he going to say something disgusting about her mother?

“I quite liked some of the food,” Hesner put in.

“Yes,” Emhyr said, “the food– much of it is terrible but there are a few dishes I do really miss, from time to time. I suppose now it would be rather fitting if I indulged.”

The conquering emperor feasting on the delicacies of his subjugated territories, Ciri thought with distaste, and gave up on hiding her facial expression. “I suppose,” she said.

“There was a place in Novigrad,” Hesner said, almost dreamily, “that had these dumplings, I mean, by the Gods, they were– they were truly something. I admit I think about them a lot.”

“Oh,” Ciri said with some interest. “Where was it?”

“Ah,” Hesner said, and tapped his chin as he thought. “Not far from the docks as I recollect. Wasn’t a great neighborhood.”

“Most of Novigrad isn’t far from the docks,” Ciri pointed out, amused.

“Ah, I know,” Hesner said, chagrined. “I don’t know if I could find it again. Mostly Voorhis did the navigating.”

Ciri looked over at Voorhis, who had heard his name and glanced over at her. “The dumpling shop,” she said, “in Novigrad, do you know what street it was on?”

“Glory Lane,” Voorhis said, unhesitating. (Your picture was not posted)