Hiiii! Thank you so much for everything you've written so far. I love your stories and they keep me going. If you're still feeling up to it ad inspired, can I please ask for a part 3 for Coen and sunshine? Maybe where the girls are getting lessons and mom is adjusting? Or anything really <3 I love the first two parts
A/N: I am so sorry that this has taken so long!!! I am trying to get back into writing because I really do miss it. I hope this is good and to your liking babe! It's been a hot second since I wrote/posted anything :) If you haven't read this little mini-series before, here is the first one and here is the second one <3 Also because I have been radio silent for a while, I am not going to tag anyone in anything for the time being. I'm sorry!!
Coen guided you into the keep, allowing you to lean against him as you wished.
“Perhaps later on if the weather is nice, I can take you up to one of the towers.” He looked over to you. “The view is breathtaking.”
“Oh really?”
“We could watch the sunset from up there.”
“I want to watch the sun set!” Edda nosily butted into your conversation, grabbing yours and Coen’s arms.
“When the weather permits it, love.” You told her.
“And here I was hoping that I would have a good day.” A raven haired woman sighed as she approached you, your girls, and Coen. By her side was a blonde girl.
“Ah, Yennefer.” Coen sighed, shoulders falling in disappointment. “Didn’t think you still had Geralt by the bullocks.”
The woman, Yennefer, smiled stiffly at Coen, taking note of your two girls that stood just a few feet in front of her. They were between herself and the witcher.
“Coen. I had hoped you were eaten by a forktail.”
“Wish in one hand, shit in the other, they say.”
“That’s a very rude thing to say to a lady.” Edda’s brows were furrowed together as she looked up at Yennefer.
The mage turned her attention to your daughter, amused with her fire.
“Edda, be quiet.” You hushed her, placing your hand on the back of her head.
“I’m not convinced she is a lady.” Coen told her. “Ladies, this is Yennefer and Ciri. Yenn and Ciri, this is Y/N, Odette, and Edda.”
Being the chatty, friendly girl she was, Odette instantly took a liking to Ciri. She moved towards the princess and started a conversation.
Edda gravitated to wherever her sister went and before you knew it, the girls were making their way down the hall.
You were a little more focused on Yennefer. The way she had been watching Edda had you a bit concerned.
“That one is–,”
“She’s got quite the personality, yes.” Coen spoke hastily, cutting Yennefer off.
The mage glared at him.
“Come on, Y/N. I want to show you a few more places in the keep.”
Coen seemed to rush you away from Yennefer, leaving the mage to roll her eyes and teleport out of the hall.
“I’ve never seen you act so rude to someone so quickly.” You commented.
“Once you get to know Yennefer, you’ll understand.”
“I’m sure she isn’t that bad.”
“She is demanding and rather pompous.”
Your eyes lingered on the girls ahead.
“Ciri is quite powerful.” You murmured quietly. “Her chaos is almost nauseating to me. I can’t imagine what it must feel like to you.”
“It is unpleasant, but it’s a feeling I am doing my best to ignore.” Coen shrugged his broad shoulders. “Y/N, questions will be asked about Edda.”
You turned your head to look at him, brows drawing together with concern.
“What sort of questions?”
“Of her chaos.”
You studied his profile until he decided to meet your gaze. You came to a stop, allowing more distance to fall between yourself and Coen, and the girls. Blue and green eyes looked at you for a few heartbeats before he looked away.
“Don’t look at me like that, Y/N–,”
“Her chaos is not important to anyone besides myself, Coen.”
“I know, Y/N, and I know you value the privacy of the matter, but I also know my brothers. I’m genuinely surprised they didn’t lead with that question when we arrived.”
You started to walk again, clasping your hands together at your waist.
Coen took your wrist, pulling you back towards him.
“Chaos is not something to be taken lightly, Y/N.” He spoke gently. “I know you have a plan for Edda, but the others don’t.”
“It is none of their concern.”
“You are considered family to them, my love.” He brought his hand down to lace your fingers together.
“They have only just met me and the girls.”
“But they’ve heard stories of you for the last four years. They know how much you mean to me, how much the girls mean to me.”
You squeezed his fingers but turned your head away. Your stomach ached with the possibility of anything happening to your youngest daughter.
“We can speak of the matter later should it arise.” Coen suggested. “You don’t need to be stressing over it right now.”
“I don’t want to speak of the matter at all. My decision is final.” You pulled your hand from his and continued down the hallway.
***
You and Coen followed behind Ciri, Odette, and Edda as they went outside and to an area in the courtyard designated for training.
Lambert and Eskel were going at it with swords while Vesemir critiqued them. Geralt and Jaskier stood off to the side. Geralt leaned against a stone wall while Jaskier sat on the wall.
“Have either of you ever used a sword before?” Ciri asked the girls.
“No.” Odette shook her head.
“Never.” Edda messed with her fingers at her waist.
You watched as Cirilla moved to a barrel and from it, she produced three wooden swords. Your hands fell to your sides at the sight.
From across the courtyard, Geralt could hear your heart pick up pace. You were nervous.
“Ciri.” His deep voice made all three girls turn their attention to him. “You should ask their mother before providing them with swords.”
“They aren’t real swords, Geralt.”
“It’s alright, Geralt.” Coen’s hand lingered on your back in an effort to comfort you. He could practically feel your anxiety lingering in the air. “The girls have never used swords before. Why don’t you and Ciri show them how it’s done first?”
Geralt pushed himself away from the wall and went to his Child Surprise.
“It wouldn’t hurt for the girls to learn how to wield a sword.” Coen spoke quietly to you.
“I don’t like the idea of them fighting.” You shook your head. “They are young.”
“No one is going to send them off to war, sunshine.” He smiled a little. “It is good for them to know how to protect themselves should they need it.”
You said nothing. Your teeth clenched together tightly.
“You worry worse than anyone I know.”
“I just…. Just want them safe.”
Coen was quiet for a few moments before he moved his hand from your back to your wrist.
“Come with me.”
“What? But the girls just started–,”
“They can stay here. Geralt will watch over them.”
You turned your head to look at the White Wolf. His eyes were on you and as if to confirm Coen’s words, he nodded his head once. He had heard his brother speak even though they weren’t near each other thanks to their witcher mutations.
“Where are we going?”
***
Coen led you to a tower on the northeast side of the keep. Being so high up, the wind was a bit more biting. Coen shrugged off his cloak and placed it around your shoulders.
“It is beautiful up here.” You moved towards the side, one hand holding the cloak around you while the other found this stone wall that prevented anyone from falling.
“It is.” Coen settled next to you, his hand on the small of your back. “All of your worrying, Y/N, it will lead you to an early grave.”
You turned your head to look at him, admiring his side profile.
“If I didn’t worry about them, I wouldn’t be a good mother. If something ever happened to either of them…. I would never forgive myself, Coen.”
“Things will happen to them that you have no control over. Don’t let it overtake you.”
You looked away. Your eyes flickered down to the stone beneath your feet.
“I have seen the cruelties this world has to offer. I-I can’t help but want to worry over their safety.”
“Oh, my darling sunshine.” Coen moved to leave against the stone wall with his hands. “Believe it or not, but I have as well. Becoming a witcher isn’t done with a gentle hand and tender words.”
He motioned for you to come to him. You obliged, allowing him to hold you close as you both looked out over the mountains.
“But children need to experience the world from a young age. Otherwise they won’t be able to survive it once they are set free to begin their own lives.”
“Since when did you become so poetic?” You teased, pushing your shoulder into his chest. He chuckled, shaking his head softly.
“I think Vesemir’s rubbing off on me.”
You looked away from him for a few moments before your eyes began to wander back to him.
“Thank you.” You leaned over to kiss his cheek.
“Anything for you, sunshine.”
