/Details : Ciri succeeded against the White Frost; Geralt killed Radovid and Nilfgaard is the master of Temeria; he did not romance Yennefer nor Triss, too busy looking after Ciri. Djikstra is not dead but hidden somewhere. The Lodge is still waiting to be reformed: Philippa took its head. As for GoT : ending of season 7 is our starting point./

/ I am aware that my english is full of mistakes, so if anyone want to betaread it, it will be with pleasure !/ Enjoy !/

Seated in a comfy couch, a pleasant sleepiness about to come, Geralt closed his eyes two seconds, enjoying the warmth place. After all, they had a harsh day with that bloody awful gargoyle; and Ciri could have been seriously injured if Geralt had not wounded to death the beast. Of course, she was sulking right after, only concerned by the fact that she was not, technically, the one who had killed the monster. To appease her, Geralt promised her that he would read her a story, as during their olds days in Kaer Morhen; she had smiled and that was the most important for the old sorcerer. But right now, he just wanted to sleep for a while; obviously, Ciri would have none of it. Bye the bye, she just punched his arm, showing her exasperation loudly.

- "C'mon old man, you're not even able to stay awake before ten?" Muttered she, a sparkle in her eyes showing that she was joking.

- "Be nice with your old daddy, you cheeky girl," replied Geralt, getting up quickly.

- "You're not my daddy", retorted the white-haired girl, jumping into his arms.

- "Such a shame", interfered wryly a voice behind them.

Yennefer of Vengerberg, nightmare of all the sorcerers-but especially one. Black hair, blue eyes, full lips, a dream body, and above all, an unlimited resource of sarcasm. Well, Geralt used to appreciate properly those qualities, but he was never prepared to what she could say; he looked at her, unsure of her mood. Apparently, it was not so bad, tonight, judging her little smirk.

Geralt must find an interesting story for me, but all he's doing is sleeping like an old man. Maybe he is, said Ciri, glancing at him with disappointment. Anyway, I bet you could find something interesting, said she, looking at Yen, eyes imploring.

- "Hey Geralt", said Zoltan who entered the room at this very moment. "Did you ever tell her about the story with the false succubus?"

- "I would be delighted to hear it", replied Yen throwing an odd glance to Geralt.

- "No need for tonight", sighed Geralt with despair.

- "Maybe we could talk about this time in Toussaint where I asked to Geralt to keep a lookout for me as I was, hem, having an interesting conversation with that florist, and he let me down while the husband came back?" Said Jaskier, all proud of himself at looking Yen and Ciri making interested faces.

- "Maybe we should rather talk about the moment where the husband beat you to death while your florist escaped, and when I saved you with an Axii?" Answered Geralt ironically.

- "That's a true job for a sorcerer", said Yen wryly.

Geralt always knew that Yen despised the fact that his lifegoal was to hunt monsters; that it was not as classy and prestigious as doing pure magic as she was doing. Although she would never admit it, he knew it deeply. And it hurt his feelings; there is no such thing as admiration in a couple. Also, he knew that she admired his strength, his emotional state of mind, his values-even though she was always mocking him. But as always with Yen, things were not easy. He would never know which side of him would matter the most for her; he was tired of being uncertain.

- "If I want a story about Geralt successes with women, I just have to look around this room", said Ciri, grumbling, as Yen was rolling her eyes, Jaskier and Zoltan laughing, and Triss, at the back, smiling for a bit.

The light was framing her face, as she stood quietly. Her ginger hair, freed for once, set in contrast with her melancholic look. Brownish eyes and freckles in a little, tiny face of hers. She was not asking for anything; they had a beautiful relationship in the past, but now that Yen was definitely back-well, at least for now-, she preferred to stay aside, discreet. Everyone knew the love triangle between them; and still, Geralt did not know how to act with both of them. They were all staying in Jaskier's inn, the Thyme and Rosemary, resting after the terrible adventures that had happened with the wild hunt. Looking after Ciri. And well, when some dumbass smooth talker was not tickling about this dangerous topic, life was fine.

- "If you do not have enough with all those tails about the white frost, Ciri, I have a book that might interest you", said Yen, seeking for it, making a great mess in her beautiful library.

She turned back to Ciri and gave her a beautiful, illustrated manuscript, with a fine writing.

- "Here is it", she said with satisfaction. "Look at the second half of the book; it is the most interesting part. Maybe because you made the first half false thanks to your powers in Ard Skellig", she finished, pensive.

- "So many heroes in one and only room", said Jaskier with proudness.

- "Read it, said Ciri by giving the book to Geralt. Not in this couch though, or you will sleep again", she said, frowning.

Geralt took the book and his coat, Ciri on his heels.

- "You should have more faith in Geralt, he is still very capable", said Triss with a touched smile.

- "Is that so?" Immediately replied Yen, running up the stairs with a fierce gait.

Ciri pushed Geralt, and they went out in the night, enjoying the fresh sent of earth and rain in Novigrad. Ciri sighed, in the same time as Geralt; they burst out laughter and Ciri took his arm. They walked in the street for a bit, and then Ciri sat on a wood bench where they could embrace the city with a look.

- "Let's see", said Geralt, opening the book. "We should start with this chapter; the pictures look beautiful."

- "You don't like reading, don't you?" Asked Ciri with a peaceful tone.

- "Not really, replied Geralt. It remembers me too much the times where I had to learn by heart those bloodies books down to the last dot. What about this one? Well, it is about the white frost, and the origins of it. Let's see…They're saying that the white frost came from another world, but the witch who created it was so powerful that it could travel between realms; it hadn't any limits, to say it quickly," revealed Geralt.

- "When I think about Yen, Philippa, Triss, I'm already impressed then I don't dare imagining what that person could do", sighed Ciri.

- "You're better than all those witches", said Geralt with a soft tone.

- "I would have never created such a thing, anyway," she said, gazing at the stars.

- "It is also said that it has been created to face a threat, a human treat, by creatures which weren't human at that time," specified Geralt.

- "Enough with creepy tales", decided Ciri, closing the book with a muted noise.

Geralt didn't say anything, but looked at her, surprised by her change of mood while she was all cheerful a second before. As usual, she did not bother to explain; he accepted that, because he was used to it and because it was truly her. Yet, he thought that it was the good moment to ask the question that threaded him since a long time.

- "Hey Ciri," he said with a gentle tone. "You never explained what happened, in that bloody tower, when you had to face the white frost."

She looked at him, as if she was fighting to answer; and then, she opened the mouth.

- "It was… It was nothing I had ever see before. It was a total mess, I had to walk and walk in that awful cold, that should have me killed, by the way, she said with a reflective tone. I didn't know what to do at all, I was completely lost. But in the end of the path, I saw a man. Or, rather, a thing that should have been human. Blue eyes. Not natural", she specified when she saw him frowning.

- "I can't imagine what you've found indeed", he replied with a concerned tone.

- "He had an icing spare, and I thought it was his sword, and so I could defeat him; but things got harder when I realized that he could not be killed; he was already dead", she said with a dark tone.

- "And yet you're here", said Geralt with a relieved voice.

- "Well, yes, but it wasn't that simple, she opposed. I tried to beat him in any way possible, but he was making fun of him, it was unbearable. Deep down, I knew that I had to defeat him, because he was the source of the white frost; at least, that is how I felt it. I was about to die, when I remembered what Avallach' said to me, during those horrible sessions of training in Kaer Morhen, she told, and Geralt smiled bitterly. So, I remembered that I had to focus on my power, meditating to gather my power and fight back, but it wasn't that easy with that bloody cunt who was trying to have me dead, she said with anger. I cursed Avallach' for his bloody useless pieces of advice, but it worked anyway, I still don't know how but it worked, I thought to each of our memories, with Yen, with Triss, with people I loved, but above all, with you," she said, cuddled up to him.

They remained silent, enjoying their strong bond, and she spoke again.

- "And it worked! I freed my power as I had never done before, even during the great battle in Kaer Morhen, and everything fell apart, I believed I was blind but after a while, the light disappeared, and I came back to this world, half-dead, again", she said with a comic tone that Geralt did not like.

- "There's no need to joke around about it", he muttered.

- "Just before I saw him disappear, he caught my arm, and you can still see his prints on me, though", she said, showing her wrist to him. Tree blue marks were printed in her skin, as if it was frozen.

- "Do you know if there are any bad consequences that could be linked to that?"Asked Geralt, suspicious.

- "I have no idea", admitted Ciri frankly. "But for now, I don't feel anything bad", she said, smiling to him.

- "I don't like it", grumbled Geralt. "I thought we were finished with all that shit."

- "I knew you would have such a reaction, that's why I didn't say anything. Yen told me it was nothing", ensured Ciri.

- "Yen doesn't know everything, and she wanted to comfort you I guess," retorted Geralt.

-"But you want to be the party-pooper", as usual, said Ciri, sighting.

- "I don't want to lose you again", he replied. Never.

- "I'm here, and I will continue to hack you off as much as I can", she said, leaving the bench.

They came back, as they started to feel cold. Just this once, Geralt took the time to appreciate the peaceful ambiance. He clearly had the annoying feeling that it wouldn't happen again.

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