A sorceress known as
Merigold the Fearless, Triss follows her heart.......The unfortunate truth is that
her heart rests in the hands of another. Triss Merigold has loved Geralt for as long as she can remember, and
oh how she wept when he died.
Against her better judgement, when Geralt is found to be alive but without memory of what he had in life......The sorceress chooses not to tell him of the woman he had loved - of her best friend - and instead she lets her lust and love overwhelm her.
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She could recall the way he had looked at her; those dangerous yellow eyes licking over her with ·such lust· and—·
No…
Triss pressed her lips into a tight line, refusing to let herself think of that other word. How cruel those four letters could be; and oh, how she wanted to hear them. She hated herself for it.
❝ ——Geralt!❞
His presence surprised her, and in spite of herself, a smile tugged at those rouged lips and those cornflower blue eyes caressed his figure. She sighed and glanced down at herself… perhaps this was too much, perhaps she was flashing too much skin. A strapless dress, swirling patterns ·curling around the dark forest green· fabric and the lace stretched over her bare skin on either side. Would he think it too much? Did he like such a rich
colour? She sucked in her breath before she offered him another warm smile.
❝ Did you manage to get my mask? Are you nearly ready to go?❞·