Under the guise of checking on the family cottage in the country, so far the plan had gone rather well. Though at every corner she waited for the other shoe to drop, waited for something to happen that would prevent Claude from meeting with Rene as she so desired. Convincing Geralt that she wanted to go, hadn’t been too terribly difficult. The problem was paying off the spy. She generally knew all the spies he used, and which one would need to be paid off.
Once all the ducks were lined up, Claude put the plans into motion. She decided she would get to the cottage a full day prior to the planned meeting with Rene. That way it would give some wiggle room in case Geralt pulled something. She imagined if he were going to, he’d do it immediately. Then again, he might think she’d think that and plan accordingly. She couldn’t keep second guessing herself though, at the end of the day they were taking a risk and she had to accept that for what it was.
As she settled into the cottage, she busied herself with preparations for Rene’s arrival. The anticipation stirred a mix of emotions within her, fear and excitement battling each other. The storm outside mirrored the tempest within her, each thunderclap a reminder of the risks they were taking.
She made up the bed with fresh linens and set out a tray of cheeses and fruits, trying to create a sense of normalcy in the midst of the chaos. In the back of her mind, she knew that every minute leading up to his arrival was precious, a buffer against the uncertainty that lay ahead.
Still, she held onto the hope that their reunion would go as planned, without any unexpected interruptions. She glanced once more at the window, the beacon of light a symbol of her longing. She turned her attention back to her book, a distraction from her anxious thoughts. The sound of the rain against the windowpane was a soothing lullaby, a promise of peace amidst the thunder.
When Rene finally appeared, she put down the book. For a moment it almost felt like how their life should have been. Happily married, living together, her waiting for him to get home from a long day’s work at the University. Sadly that wasn’t the reality they lived in, but perhaps for a few hours, they could pretend that it was.
Once all the ducks were lined up, Claude put the plans into motion. She decided she would get to the cottage a full day prior to the planned meeting with Rene. That way it would give some wiggle room in case Geralt pulled something. She imagined if he were going to, he’d do it immediately. Then again, he might think she’d think that and plan accordingly. She couldn’t keep second guessing herself though, at the end of the day they were taking a risk and she had to accept that for what it was.
As she settled into the cottage, she busied herself with preparations for Rene’s arrival. The anticipation stirred a mix of emotions within her, fear and excitement battling each other. The storm outside mirrored the tempest within her, each thunderclap a reminder of the risks they were taking.
She made up the bed with fresh linens and set out a tray of cheeses and fruits, trying to create a sense of normalcy in the midst of the chaos. In the back of her mind, she knew that every minute leading up to his arrival was precious, a buffer against the uncertainty that lay ahead.
Still, she held onto the hope that their reunion would go as planned, without any unexpected interruptions. She glanced once more at the window, the beacon of light a symbol of her longing. She turned her attention back to her book, a distraction from her anxious thoughts. The sound of the rain against the windowpane was a soothing lullaby, a promise of peace amidst the thunder.
When Rene finally appeared, she put down the book. For a moment it almost felt like how their life should have been. Happily married, living together, her waiting for him to get home from a long day’s work at the University. Sadly that wasn’t the reality they lived in, but perhaps for a few hours, they could pretend that it was.
I worried the rain might hold you up.She explained, then quickly added.
I’d love a drink, thank you!The drink she’d been nursing while reading was empty.
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