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

The Queen sat in the middle of the table with her daughter at her left and Geralt and me on her right. They brought over a big plate with a roasted big on top of it. "Damn this cursed thing." She cursed her corset and I nodded. "I'd as soon see this night out in armour." Geralt and I agreed with her. "As would I." we both said in unison. "Indeed. Tell me, how do a Witcher and the princess of Lyria find themselves at my daughter's wedding feast dressed like..." she laughed at Geralt's clothing. 

"I'm protecting the bard from vengeful royal cuckolds." Geralt explained his presence. "Idiots, the lot of them. Still, I'm glad of your company, which could prove handy. I have no doubt blood will spill here tonight." she spoke and I shook my head looking around the big hall. "Ah, save the good Queens breath. I'm not for hire as a bodyguard." I smiled and kicked his foot as Geralt said that. He looked at me quickly and understood what I meant. He's my bodyguard if needed, even though we both know that it's not.

"You were hired just so by the bard." she said and it indeed sounded weird that he's not for hiring but still got himself into being a bodyguard. He smiled. "I'm helping the idiot free of his coin." The Queen scoffs. "And he's the idiot?" she asked and I had to nod at that. "I'm simply saying, surely if all goes to hell here tonight, I can count on you to strategically remove certain irritants that may present themselves? I'd do so myself only I'm bound to uphold an artifice of decorum and fairness."

"Hey. I can't help you." He said but the Queen hasn't spoken her last word for that. "So perilously direct. As Queen, I could command it." she threatened. "If I were one of your subjects." he countered. "I could command that he has to decline to help you." I interrupted and smirked. "And he is one of my subjects so he would have to listen." I kept on smirking what Calanthe returned. "Don't see the reason why you leave the throne to one of your brothers. You'd make a good Queen."

"I could torture you so very slowly into compliance." she turned her attention back to Geralt but he had a smug smile plastered on his face. "Her Majesty will do as she wishes. I'm not for turning." Geralt said and looked at me for a short moment. "Oh, come now. Everyone has their price." she offered but Geralt ignored her. She understood that there was no way now to get to Geralt at the moment.

"Anyway. Evelyn, how come you're here?" She then asked me about my presence here. "I am Geralt's travelling companion as a fellow Witcher." I replied and she looked surprised. "Oh, really? I've never heard anything about a female Witcher, how come you are one?" She said and examined my face and then, as I supposed, realized it in my eyes. "It was more like an accident. Sticking my nose into stranger affairs." I answered and she nodded.

"Lord Peregrine of Nilfgaard." A servant interrupted us and introduced a young man, not very tall, not, absolutely not, attractive. In the distance was cheering for him but I made a grimace at him. I wouldn't want to marry him and I guess no woman here would want that. 

He wanted to start speaking but got interrupted by a man playing his bagpipes loudly which received laughter from all the men around him. The man from Nilfgaard made another attempt to speak but got interrupted by the same thing yet again. "Make another sound, Draig Bon-Dhu, and I'll have your guts sewn into pipes and sent to your mother." The Queen announced so the Nilfgaardian could speak.

"Queen Calanthe, my marriage to your daughter will unite the jewels of the north and south, forging an unbreakable alliance that none would dare cross. And I am one of five brothers with no sisters. My potent seed inside Pavetta will produce the strongest of male heirs." Pavetta looked over at her mother in shock and I was absolute disgusted by this man.

"Cintra is indeed the jewel of the north, yet Nilfgaard remains the shit rag of the south, and that's saying something!" She insulted the man and his country. Everyone laughed and cheered at them because of the bad image everyone has on Nilfgaard and even I have it...

"Tell me, is it true you drink piss water and feast on your own young?" she kept insulting and I had to hold back a snort. "Nilfgaardian Kings don't remain Kings for long. Who will take the Usurpers crown? You? How long will you last? A year? A month? A day?" The man from Nilfgaard rushed off angrily with no more words and I could see the relief in Pavettas eyes. "Lord Steergart of Kaedwen." the next man was introduced. 

So many men had introduced themselves that I stopped counting. I was relieved when Jaskier was ordered to play some music for a break. Everyone clapped along to his song.

"Oh, fishmonger, oh fishmonger
Come quell your daughter's hunger

To pull on my horn as it rises in the morn
For 'tis naught but bad luck
To fuck with a puck
Lest your grandkid be born
A hairy young faun
Bleating and braying all day, hey ho

The fishmongers daughter, ba, ba"

It seemed like I was the only one at the table enjoying his song. Queen Calanthe leaned her elbow on her throne and held her head and Geralt in general didn't really like Jaskiers songs... or Jaskier in general. Even though I think else about their relationship. "How much more of this peacocking must I endure?" she groaned. "This... All this because male tradition demands it. If I were a man, I could simply tell the whole lot of them to fuck off, declare outright who Pavetta should marry and have done with it." she scoffs. "Or, better yet, let the poor girl decide her own fate." If only my mother would have said such a thing.

"Something tells me this isn't the first time you've navigated the vagaries of male tradition. In fact, I'd wager you thrive on it." Geralt said and I could tell so, too. "Spoken as one, who navigated his own share of fools." she paused and looked at him then at me. "Tell me, Witcher, why are there so few of you left now? I've seen the creation of another, even a female one, was successful. Why not continue?" she asked. 

"Normally, it is no longer possible to create more of us. Evelyn, was an exception since she got herself into something where she received old mutagens that shouldn't be even existing anymore. Since the sacking of Kaer Morhen, we lost the receipt for creating Witchers. She got the things that were left and now it's gone for good." Geralt explained.

"Tell me, Your Majesty, why do you risk your life on the battlefield when you can rest on your throne?" He asked back a question. "Because there is a simplicity in killing monsters, is there not?" she answered like Geralt and I both would. "Seems we are quite a team, Geralt of Rivia and Evelyn of Lyria."