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Sunlight, sharp and unexpected, poured across the prince's courtyard, burning away the habitual damp. Geralt walked beside you, their steps a quiet syncopation on the elaborate stonework. The light caught in his white hair as he let his arm brush against the prince's, a dry smile touching his lips. "I'm glad you find me amusing, Prince you," he said, his golden eyes holding a flicker of real warmth, a private joke still hanging between them.