The witchers eyes followed you throughout the elegant ballroom,

Geralt hated these 'get togethers' with a passion bit Yennefer had somehow dragged him along,

he kept a close watch from the corner of the hall where he stood, he sipped from his chalice of wine. The way you were being treated by your father and the men who were vying for your attention, disgusted him.

It was common for persons of your standing to be married off to the highest bidder.

"Hello" he grumbled to you,