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The last time we’d looked at each other head on, it was under different circumstances, naked, my heavy body on top of hers, our minds, bodies, and souls connected on a different plane

Noere here

I tore ned indifference

Because I knew she atching, Queen Rolfe

With her drink in her hand, she shifted her gaze from me to Ivory “Isn’t life funny, child? How one day you can sit on top of a castle, and then the next day, be at the botto the chamber pot of a woman your father once fucked”

Ivory dropped her chin and kept working

Ian refilled his glass

I took a seat on ht and helped myself to a drink

My rease into it”

When Ivory looked up, her eyes lethal, I kneas co “How about I shove this up your ass instead? That should rease…”

Queen Rolfe s more, but I knew that wasn’t the end of it She was on her feet in a split second, glass in hand, and she rushed Ivory

I had to sit there and do nothing

If I helped Ivory in any way, ht, and she would send Geralt to do the job

Queen Rolfe shattered the glass over her head—and Ivory crumpled to the floor

I’d wanted this for so long, but now it nore the rat in the corner”

Ivory sat up and looked at me like I’d betrayed her

Mother came back to the head of the table and took her seat “Yes Let’s discuss”

“You fucking bastard!” I was in my cabin when I heard it, Ivory’s voice

I gave a sigh as I looked down at the field reports onthat her torture had been handed off to sohts ith her, unsure what orders iven

Her screaain, and that worried me more

I left the cabin and walked down the path, approaching her dwelling at the very end