Ciri decides to leave but finds herself in trouble

She was tired of this. He was fishing for information like everyone at court and the thought of more politics exhausted her. She finished her glass. Besides, if she left now it would be easier to slip her guards after she left the Oferi’s chambers. Then she could finally have a moment to herself.

"Thank you for sharing your wine but I must attend to some matters."

Ciri went to stand and immediately felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, she shook her head, maybe the wine was stronger than she had thought.

"I knew at least some of the rumors would be true. A female witcher of course is preposterous but I also heard tales of your beauty, and I am thankful that at least those are true, if anything they do not do you justice.”

"Thanks," she murmured and steadied herself, grabbing onto one side of the sofa she had been sitting on.

"There is no one quite like you in all of Ofir, the ashen hair, your green eyes, and your-" Ahmet paused as his eyes wandered down Ciri's body. "-To be honest I have been infatuated ever since I first laid eyes upon you."

Ciri was barely paying attention as she focused on not falling flat on her face, she stumbled but made her way to the door only to meet the wall of muscle that was Ahmet’s guard.

"Move," Ciri asked, seeing two of the large man, she blinked trying to clear her vision. "Tell your man to move," she demanded to Ahmet when he did not.

"Now why would I do that Ciri," Ahment said. Ciri turned to face him and then felt the guard's hands grab her shoulders.

"Hey," she said before he pushed her forward. She stumbled, reaching out for the sofa she had just risen from. The room spun from the sudden movement, and she had to sit before she fell.

"My cousin is King of all things Ofir, but he is an old man, he lost his wits years ago. His son runs the kingdom. My family is an ancient one and while I may never sit on the throne being only a few steps removed has its advantages."

Ahmet moved to kneel before Ciri, his hand coming to rest against her cheek, his thumb rubbed over her eye and down her scar before tracing her bottom lip.

"I get to do whatever I want, and do you know what I want Princess?"

Ciri tried to shake the cobwebs from her head and opened her mouth to speak but when she did Ahmet pushed this thumb past her lips.

"I want you."