Hostile talks

Night fell and sitting comfortable against the bench alone in the dimly lit living room in front of the fire, Fringilla sat quietly drinking her wine staring at the flames until she couldn’t wait anymore and asked, “Will I...we... you know, be sharing a bed?” he looked over to her before smirking spoke, “I thought you wanted more?” “I do... but you wanted time to think!” “I have thought!” “Why didn’t you say anything?” “You didn’t ask!” she froze before gulping hesitantly asked, “And?” he got up before removing his shirt spoke, “Let’s go to bed!” kissing her lips as she took his hand, “Yes let’s!”

When the next morning came Zantano walked out with Fringilla’s arm wrapped around his which made the others nod acknowledging the bond but now as Ciri trained with Zantano, Fringilla stood in the balcony with Philippa watching the scenes with Triss later joining them to watch her “stepdaughter” train, “Look at him go!” Fringilla squealed watching him show off his vast skill, “Yes, another sorceress stuck in his trap and people think he is really different from Geralt?” “Zantano doesn’t make relationships just to have sex and isn’t in multiple at the same time yeah Geralt was!” “Really? Because I far as I see it the only one he hasn’t slept with is Margarita and Ciri, that’s one more than Geralt! Maybe we should all criticise him to!” Triss tried to continue when she was thrown from the balcony in one sharp blast causing her to hit the training yard in one hard thud and Zantano to look up wanting an explanation.

“Ciri lower. Remember you aren’t as powerful as me with your swings. You must aim for accuracy over power!” she nodding trying it again before being met by Zantano stopping her pulled out a sword for her to hold, “Witcher’s have two swords right?” she nodded causing him to state, “Use this it’s from your ancestors bloodline!” she grabbed it and seeing it now glow in possession swung it around with little resistance, “My ancestors... who are they?” “Same as mine in terms of the original, Kronos but yours is Hermes and Dryope which means we aren’t too distant in terms of relation to me; this sword is yours, an invention by him and made by Hephaestus, this will enhance your abilities and powers!” as she went to ask more, Triss was suddenly blown off the balcony landing in front of them, “Fringilla! What have you done?”

Fringilla’s walked across the stone floor before down over Triss barked, “Unlike Geralt, he isn’t going to cheat on me... he has asked me to be his consort in his realm and I am certain that I will accept. To be his wife and partner is all I could hope for since I set my eyes on him” “And you have him!” “Yes but I won’t let you continue to belittle him when it’s not deserved!” “But if Philippa opened her legs would he resist her? Or Kiera...” “Yes I would! I’m with Fringilla!” Fringilla smirked before taking my hand looked over to Triss who reddening out of fluster looked away out as he wrapped his arm around her as he she spoke, “Wanna spend some private time together?” I nodded before kissing her took her hand as they walked away together leaving Triss to stare jealously at both our departure.