You and Geralt were witchers, although you both came from far different backgrounds him coming from a backwater training facility and you coming from a royal training facility. You two met on a hunt and have crossed paths so many times since you nearly killed each other the first time you both decided to travel together. It has been several weeks since then and your food storage was low, Geralt went out to hunt some meat for the two of you and came back several hours later with a limp deer.

"Don't worry princess I'm not going to make you skin the thing." Geralt says noticing the look of disgust on your face.