Covered in snow, Geralt approached the cabin, some neighbors looked at him frightened. You had recently moved to that little town far, everyone knew him... and you.

'He had stolen the princess', some whispered, you hardly left the house except to the backyard.

"My." He said, his thick voice filled with relief at seeing you there, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, devouring your neck cutely. He was dirty, he smelled like a man.