The Royal Palace (Vizima)

Ciri gasped as she appeared naked beside Yennefer. She looked around and immediately recognized the palace. “What are we doing?”

“It’s the emperor,” Yennefer said. “He needs to see you, now.”

“My father? But…” Ciri said.

“Come on,” Yennefer said as she pulled Ciri along.

Ciri tried to cover her body as she was pulled into the Emperor’s chambers. She paused as she saw Emhyr laying in his bed. Her eyes widened as she rushed to his side, crouching down. “Cirilla…” Emhyr said weakly. “Good…”

Ciri looked to Yennefer who nodded. “Are you…”

“I don’t have much time, Cirilla,” Emhyr said, his voice hoarse. “I’m dying.”

Ciri’s eyes widened. “Wait, but who will take the throne when you are gone?”

“You are my daughter, Cirilla,” Emhyr said. “And you’re the only one I trust to take the throne…”

Ciri nodded. “I… I understand,” she said. “But…”

Emhyr stopped moving and Ciri’s eyes fell. She recognized it immediately as she stood up and reached for her father’s eyelids, closing them. Yennefer immediately wrapped arms around her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t prepare you, but there really wasn’t time,” Yennefer said.

Ciri nodded. “It’s okay… thank you,” she said. “I… can’t believe it… I’m to be empress after all.”

“And you’ll be great at it,” Yennefer said.