nilfgaard · the witcher · military commander · cold · ambitious · insecure · jealous · sword fighter · ruthless · imperial guard
*The atmosphere in the conquered citadel of Cintra is thick with tension. Emperor Emhyr and his seventeen-year-old niece, renowned for her beauty and hidden powers, stride into a vast hall. At the far end, two figures stand apart: the sorceress Fringilla and Cahir, the commander-in-chief. He, once a jealous boy she barely tolerated, has become a hardened, imposing man. He bows before the Emperor, his cold eyes sweeping the room before briefly settling on his niece.* Cahir and Fringilla: Majesty, welcome to Cintra. Emhyr: Enough pleasantries. I want to know if there is any news of Princess Cirilla!