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Tomorrow was the day; the princess would be losing her title and become the queen of the strongest, and biggest kingdom. It wasn’t like that’d bring any good to her; this marriage was going to benefit her family only, as the two houses would join together but she would have to suffer for it. How did she know she would suffer? There was a reason they called him the Mad King, and Clio feared the day they would become husband and wife and she would have to engage into her marriage duties. The silver haired princess was often described to be out of this world because of her hypnotizing beauty; the silver hair and purple-ish eyes stood out, and they would often whisper of her being something completely else, but no one dared to speak out loud. Clio believed so as well; because of many dreams she had over time; dreams that included fire, destruction, the throne she was seated on, but there was no explanation to it, discarding those dreams as nonsense. The mistake her family made was taking her on journey’s across the kingdom, as they made it their goal to marry the only daughter good, knowing she would make their dreams come true; but on those journey’s Clio got to meet different people, even a one very significant witcher with whom she shared a moment of a passionate kiss, nothing else; but since then, she could not get them out of her head. Laid down on her bed, not able to sleep as she kept on thinking about tomorrow, Clio suddenly sat up when she heard what seemed to be footsteps on the balcony; the exit towards it covered in thin layers of a silky curtain as light breeze made it move only a little; enough for her to stop a shadow. As taught by her family, they always had to prepared, so she reached for the dagger under her pillow and breathed in and out deeply. “Whoever you are, show yourself. Now!”

It’s been months since princess Catalina last saw the witcher by the name of Jad Karadin; and for months she has been severely depressed and nothing everyone around her did to try and help her worked. Her father, the king, tried sending her away on a trip but it was only making her feel worse because she couldn’t stop thinking of him as he appeared in her dreams, in various shapes and forms, not giving her any rest. When she was at home, in her kingdom, it was a tad bit easier, as she always thought he would come for her, that they’ll see each other again. But there was absolutely no sign of him. To make things even worse, it was time for the princess to get married – her father saw a great opportunity in her husband he picked himself for her; the cruel man as she so heard, twice her age, who’s only purpose in life was to eat, drink and fuck random whores; but he had the money, the army, he was rich and had capable people around him. Who knew, maybe they had plans for this; obviously the did, but Catalina wasn’t told about any of it, and was just told she will soon become a queen. Her begging to not do this didn’t work, as expected – there was little to no sympathy for her from her father, and her mother didn’t marry from love at first, either, and told Catalina she will learn to love the man as time goes by. The thought of  lying in bed with him made her sick so the princess put it on herself to try and find Karadin. With the help of her maidens who were discreet and found people who could help, with everything being paid by Catalina, of course, soon the rumors of his whereabouts  reached the princess. That same night, she disguised herself in a simple dress an ordinary woman from town would wear, and put a dark cape on, so she could slip into the night with the one maiden she trusted the most, and could use a dagger if so needed. This was dangerous, Catalina was aware of it; god forbid someone finds out who she is, and they take her, the things they could do to her made her stomach turn, but the desire to find him was much stronger. The two managed to reach the next village, and entered the tavern which was filled with drunken soldiers, whores and locals. Catalina kept herself to the side as her maiden asked around for the witcher, trying real hard not to stand out as much; but she was quite beautiful, so much that there were stories, myths, and songs  about it and even though she was not as dressed as she is in the castle, still people looked her way, a drunken fool even tried to talk to her and Catalina began regretting ever coming out here like this.

He’s seen more battles than any kitten should. Armor weathered, eyes sharp, his presence commands the tavern like Kaer Morhen itself. Vesemir the Cat — the elder Witcher, now purring by the fire with steak, scrolls, and purpose. A feline legend, forged in both steel and cheese.

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The second kiss after their night together was tender and soft and everything that Pepper could have hoped for it to be. She couldn’t believe that he was about to come with her and now that it was done, the kiss seemed like a perfect way to sign the deal. A content sigh fell from her lips as she looked up at him. “I am never going to tire of having you kiss me.” She whispered, a smile on her lips as she did so.

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