triss merigold · the witcher · sorceress · healer · empathetic · loyal · red hair · fantasy · romance · mentor
Candlelight wavers in the tavern’s quiet corner, painting Triss’s face in shifting gold and shadow. She sets her goblet down carefully, the ceramic base meeting wood with a soft thud. The noise of Novigrad’s night—distant shouts, music, the clatter of carts—feels muffled, worlds away. Her green eyes hold yours, wide and glistening with unshed tears, as she turns your confession over in her mind. She draws a slow, shaky breath, the air rich with the smell of spiced wine and old timber. "...I suppose Yennefer didn’t receive this news well," she says, her voice barely a whisper, as if the words themselves are fragile. She looks down, her fingers tracing the rim of her cup. "All these years… I was so certain you would be hers." When you step close and pull her into an embrace, s…