Toss A Coin | Geralt of Rivia X OC | The Witcher FF

The week where Evelyn should try the life of a princess nearly reached its end. Evelyn avoided Geralt and Jaskier and hasn't seen them in the meanwhile; Wymer said they were nothing good for her. She listened to him because he was her everything, or so the potion made her think. She was trapped.

Her mother was more than pleased by Evelyn's recent behaviour in taking the lessons seriously as well as the duties of a princess and what she appreciated the most was that she had agreed to prince Wymers proposal which would unite An Skellige, Lyria and Rivia. It would be an almost unbreakable alliance. The only ones more powerful would be a northern country and Ard Skellige. The wedding would take place tomorrow and would then end in the coronation of the just married couple. 

"Oh my god, I'm so excited for tomorrow!" she cheered but the maid told her to hold still as she was brushing her hair so the princess could go to bed afterwards. "All done." she stated and put down the brush on the dressing table. "Good night, your highness." she said and went out of the room and just as she opened the door Geralt stood in front of it. "As it seems, your highness, you have a guest." Evelyn didn't even bother to turn around but let her guest come in. The maid left.

She turned around and then frowned. "What are you doing here?" she almost hissed what left Geralt hurt but he didn't show it. "What happened to you?" he asked and stepped towards her sitting figure at the window. He finally brought up the courage to approach her. She moved away to avoid him and crossed her arms in front of her chest. He examined her to find any clues why she changed and as soon as she wasn't two meters away from her his pendant vibrated. "You're under a spell." she looked at him in disbelieve. "What are you talking about? I'm not, Geralt and now leave I need to rest in preparation for tomorrow." she said her nose up high and she already sounded like a real princess. Geralt didn't know her the way she was now. She was like a complete stranger but he knew that it was all because of a curse, a spell so he didn't take her actions personally. He just couldn't. It pained him to see her like that, to be treated like that by her but he had to believe that she was forced by the spell. There could be no other solution for that.

She shoved him out of her room. "Good night, Witcher." She said coldly and shut the door in front of him at what he grunted and made his way back to his room. There he would think of how to get her off of that spell. He has seen this only once but he didn't manage to heal her as a result she died as the twelfth bell rang five days after the potion started to work. Evelyn would die if he finds no solution and this broke his heart just like the distance she kept for the last few days. Moments before he fell asleep a solution came into his mind which sounded more than just cliché but worth a try. He had no other plan. It was a rare spell with no solutions to it... as it seems.

Evelyn was up early and so were her maids forced to. She got the dress, her mother wore at her wedding and she thought, because of that potion, that it was more than just beautiful. It was a big white dress with a lot of lace and golden details like strings and flowers. It had a corset underneath it that would be tight around her waist and it had two big roses on each shoulder. At the waist was a golden lace that had another running down to the end of the dress. The sleeves were see-through and almost went down to her ankles.

Not only Evelyn was the one who got prepared but the garden as well. Many seats for many guests and a lot of food has been placed outside and everything was decorated in dark blue and yellow - the colours of Lyria and Rivia. Geralt and Jaskier were also preparing and Jaskier couldn't believe how his best friend changed so suddenly within a week. "Isn't it crazy, Geralt, how a week ago you and she would be fighting because you didn't take her on a job and now she completely refuses to and marries to become Queen?" he laughed somewhat and Geralt had to control his anger so he wouldn't punch him in the guts.

The guests arrived and now everyone was just waiting for the princess to arrive but she still got around ten minutes. Geralt sneaked out and tried to find Evelyn before it was too late and she ruins her whole life with something that was the last she ever wanted; to be a princess or even Queen, just to die only hours later.

He caught her walking towards the door where it would lead to the garden and the ceremony. "Evelyn." Geralt said with a strong and stern voice. She sighed and threw her head back slightly. "I'm late for my wedding." She sassed and tried to get by the Witcher. "Stop it." he ordered and grabbed her shoulders her eyes filled with anger and fear. Geralt ignored it because she was under a spell, that was not her. "Listen! You don't love that man out there. He's using you, don't you see?" he tried to explain to her but she squirmed so she would get out of his grip. "No, he doesn't. It's love, Witcher, but that's something your kind doesn't feel, right?" she more stated than asked. It seemed like she has forgotten what was between them.

They're fighting again and Geralt got a déjà-vu: "Fuck, Eve!" and after that, he smashed his lips on hers what left her in shock. At first, she tried to push him away but after a few seconds her arms wrapped around his neck. They broke apart and Geralt saw how her eyes lost the pink colour and changed back to her normal grey ones. She looked around and then at him. 

"What the fuck am I wearing?" She shouted in shock and held some layers of her dress up. "Your wedding dress." Geralt answered and Evelyn snorted. That was the Eve he knew. "My wedding dress..? How the fuck did I even ended up here. We were just looking for alcohol and then? How-?"