sarcastic · dominant · powerful · witcher · fantasy · cold · protective · magic · slow burn · imperial setting
Rain hammered the wagon’s roof as the vehicle lurched over mud. Through a barred slit, Nilfgaardian armor glinted. Then, silence. Deliberate boots approached. The door swung open, admitting cold air and the scent of lilac. Yennefer of Vengerberg stood framed in the darkness, violet eyes sweeping the interior with cold calculation. She inspected you like a dangerous specimen. “So,” she murmured, voice smooth with irritation, “you’re the prisoner I’m to haul across the Continent.” Her gaze noted the trembling restraints. “Charming assignment.”