He wasn’t naive. Geralt had a reputation. Not one that came with his title and position, public and open, no. He had another one known to the darker underbelly. And now he had a wife who could be used to spread his web of influence and choking control. He had smelled it the minute she began fighting with herself, just as he did.
He couldn’t help himself though, scoffing,[color=#44b8ff] “Ignoring the game entirely is not going to win me any chess matches. Now, if I had a chance of a rematch, I’d fight tooth and nail for my queen, but alas, time-magic is fickle and… unreliable.”[/color]
There was no doubt his father and brothers return had ruffled the feathers, soured the taste of victory. Geralt had done well to cover his tracks, enough that suspicion would never fall at his doorstep too far removed from anything to truly stick. No. If Rene and Lucien were to try and take down Geralt they would have to be smarter about it. Dig deeper. Yet he wasn’t wholly thinking about that currently, not with her standing so close to him, her scent mixed with the perfume he was too intimately familiar with drifting over.
Her words were not missed though, but with them came a small flash of memory. His head tilted curiously.[color=#44b8ff] “I remember another story about that professor. A closet and the third floor.”[/color] Rene waited a moment, knowing she’d understand his meaning, before dipping his upper body. His voice lowered so only she could hear, [color=#44b8ff]“Fifteen minutes, that’s how long you have to shake your shadow.”[/color] Any longer would impact what privacy they would have, neither could be away from this reception for long.
He couldn’t help himself though, scoffing,[color=#44b8ff] “Ignoring the game entirely is not going to win me any chess matches. Now, if I had a chance of a rematch, I’d fight tooth and nail for my queen, but alas, time-magic is fickle and… unreliable.”[/color]
There was no doubt his father and brothers return had ruffled the feathers, soured the taste of victory. Geralt had done well to cover his tracks, enough that suspicion would never fall at his doorstep too far removed from anything to truly stick. No. If Rene and Lucien were to try and take down Geralt they would have to be smarter about it. Dig deeper. Yet he wasn’t wholly thinking about that currently, not with her standing so close to him, her scent mixed with the perfume he was too intimately familiar with drifting over.
Her words were not missed though, but with them came a small flash of memory. His head tilted curiously.[color=#44b8ff] “I remember another story about that professor. A closet and the third floor.”[/color] Rene waited a moment, knowing she’d understand his meaning, before dipping his upper body. His voice lowered so only she could hear, [color=#44b8ff]“Fifteen minutes, that’s how long you have to shake your shadow.”[/color] Any longer would impact what privacy they would have, neither could be away from this reception for long.
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