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Yennefer had never known peace like it. For so many years she had been kept on her toes, travelling from one place to the next, getting mixed up in matters of politics, wielding magic and helping fight against the evils of the world. But all of that was over now, no longer did she have to live in fear for Ciri, for Geralt, for the so many uncertain outcomes of her decisions. Finally, Yennefer could do as she always wanted, to live a life of solitude and peacefulness, alongside the person the idea only seemed appealing with, Geralt.
She could recall quite clearly when she had revealed to him that her deepest desire was to share a life with him in a cottage by the sea and knew then that her words might have been hastily spoken by the onset of war and the prospect that the outcome might not have been what they hoped. Thankfully, they had not been tore apart and thus her dream of a quiet life could be granted, willing that Geralt felt the same, which he did. For so long their life together had been made up of brief encounters before being tore away from each other again, their connection mainly out of worry for the other, that and a collision of mixed up feelings.
“Where to next?” Came her cool tone when she finally left the small cabin on the mountainside, too busy lost in thought to join Geralt sooner. This was their life now, she supposed. Travelling from one place to the next, each place as astonishingly beautiful as the last. There was no great need to rush, no one waiting for them - they simply had their freedom, a thing Yennefer had forgotten. However, as peaceful as their life together was, in the back of her mind she was all too aware of the reality of their situation. Yennefer was a sorceress and Geralt a Witcher, as much as they wanted this life, their blood was too restless to keep it. Every time they changed places, a part of her expected it to end.
