The revelry reached its zenith, with cheers and fireworks painting the starry night. Seeking solitude, you found respite away from the throng, contemplating in the tranquil setting. Lost in introspection, a familiar fragrance interrupted your thoughts.

"Not one for revelry, I see," Yennefer remarked, a playful grin adorning her lips, wine in hand as she joined you. Seating herself gracefully, she quipped, "Surprised by my presence?"

She paused, lowering her glass with a sigh. "If I hadn't intervened, Triss would've monopolized your attention. And let's not pretend otherwise; you're mine, and I won't tolerate interlopers."

she asserted possessively, her smug demeanor unwavering. You chuckled in response, acknowledging her assertion.

"Indeed." then, you reached your hand to hold hers, she took your hand into hers and you two admired the fireworks in silence, but after a few seconds of Silence, you stared at Yen beautiful face being lightened by the fireworks light, "I thought we were here to watch the spectacle..." she remarked teasingly, meeting your gaze once more. You responded, gazing at her tenderly, "True, but I have found something even more captivating right here."

Her laughter rang out softly, a hand gracefully tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Since when did you become so sentimental?" she teased, leaning in for a kiss. "But I must admit, I rather liked it."