Beautiful and Damned 1- The First Sight [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]
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Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.
Summary: It’s a bad idea to sneak up on a witcher.
You could still remember the fairytales you listened to so closely when you were still a child. The ones with pretty princesses, and scary monsters, a brave, very brave knights that would save the princesses from fearsome beasts.
“There was a princess, just like you,” your nurse would say, “Her mother the queen-“
“Exactly like your mother, my sweet,” she would say, “She loved her so, so much….”
Every night, before you went to sleep, you wished for an adventure like that. A love like that, something that would place you right in the same place as those princesses. You had the title, you had the life, but in your future, you wanted something exactly like those fairytales.
No one told you that you would get it.
But again, no one told you that you weren’t supposed to wish really hard for something when you were a child either.
What happened later on was exactly like the beginning of a fairytale, because after all, every fairytale had to begin with a tragedy.
It was your tenth birthday banquet, when a witch with multiple beasts by her side cursed you, and at first, you didn’t even believe it until you took an apple from your cousin, accidentally brushing your fingers over his skin.
He was dead right that second, his lifeless body dropping to the ground much like the apple from your hands, the scream leaving your lips almost inhuman.
Then they locked you away.
Well, not really. You were still allowed to walk around the specific parts of the castle, with the condition of wearing your long gloves, and not letting anyone touch your skin.
Not that you could really hide it if they did, not after that knight brushing a finger over your cheek, and dropping dead in a second just like the others. In time, the story of you became a legend, and legends became gossips. You were called many names by the time you grew up; daughter of darkness they called you, grim’s princess, kiss of death….
“Your majesty?” your maid Cassandra’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked up from your drawing, and put the small piece of coal beside you, grabbing your gloves just in case.
“Your mother sends for you.”
“Oh.” You wiped at your hands carefully, then put on your gloves, “What for?”
“She said I was to take you to her room,” she stood on her tiptoes to peek at the parchment, “Oh that’s gorgeous, your majesty.”
You pressed your lips together to keep yourself from smiling wide, “You really think so?”
“Oh definitely,” she looked up at you, “Will you gift me one after you’ve finished?”
“You’re the only person who gets to see them, so why not?” you winked at her, “If you find it to your liking, that is.”
“If you weren’t a princess, I say you would be an artist.”
“Don’t let mother hear that,” you murmured, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of it, then got up from your bed to walk to your full length mirror. You smoothed out the skirts of your dress, putting the crown on top of your hair and twirled around to check whether you looked your best, since you knew what sort of speech your mother would give you if she saw any kind of flaw in your appearance.
Cassandra stepped aside instantly as you approached the door, and walked right behind you as soon as you stepped into the hall. You flexed your fingers nervously under the leather gloves, avoiding everyone’s gaze in the hall and trying to ignore the way they all scurried away. It was supposed to be your normal after years and years, but it never failed to send a small surge of icy feeling through your spine.
You wondered whether they knew how lucky they were, to be able to simply touch someone even innocently, and not have them die in seconds right before their eyes.
Probably not. You hadn’t thought about it before you were cursed either.
You had gotten better at pushing that burning jealousy to the back of your mind, though. It was still there, you knew it was, and it got worse each time you saw a happy couple that could kiss each other, or touch each other. You could even hear maids’ whispers about their beloveds, all secretive and scandalous, but-
You did wonder how it would feel. Judging by their whispers, it had to be pure bliss.
The pure bliss that you could only dream of.
