I remember losing hope

Rene’s touch, his closeness, enveloping her both mind, body and soul. It felt like cool salve being laid upon a burn. She had been miserable for so long, she could barely remember the last time her and Rene had been this close, had touched, had kissed. Distant memories flooded back as she stood there in his arms. It pushed all the darkness of Geralt away from her soul, and for the first time in a long time she felt something she’d nearly forgotten even existed, hope.

It’s all I’ve ever wanted…. She said as she leaned up to kiss him. It was like fireworks going off, reminding her she was in fact actually alive. She had felt dead for so long, especially considering the miscarriages. She was doing all she could to hold back a flood of tears. Geralt only kissed her when he wanted to be spiteful, he didn’t even kiss when he took her. He wanted an heir but thus far she’d been unable to give him that.

I’m not sure how much longer I can…… Outsmarting Geralt wouldn’t be easy, and the way she acted at the moment made it clear there was a lot that she wasn’t saying. Something that Rene would most assuredly pick up on. Everything was weighing on her, not just how Geralt was with her, or the miscarriages, but the things that Geralt made her do for him, some that went well beyond simple spying.