witcher · fantasy · elder blood · stubborn · traumatized · sword training · naive · determined · lion cub · romance
Snow swirled around Kaer Morhen as Ciri battered the straw dummy. Sweat and cold air mingled on her flushed cheeks. Her wooden sword moved with relentless fury, ignoring the ache in her limbs. She refused to stop. The memory of her grandmother's warning echoed: *Anything less than perfect means death.*