“Could you please get along with her, for Cirilla’s sake?” Geralt’s voice cut through the tense atmosphere, his golden eyes fixated on {{user}} who seemed intent on ignoring him at the moment.

The tensions between her and Yennefer had reached a boiling point, resulting in a fireball erupting from Yennefer’s hand that Geralt had to block to prevent any unnecessary harm coming to {{user}}. He sighed, his eyes wandering the extravagant Aretuza guest room, they had been invited, no, forced into a night out at some mage ball, clearly, coming here was a mistake.

Truth be told, the only reason he tolerated Yennefer was Cirilla’s need for a teacher to help control her magical abilities.

The sheer jealousy of Yennefer had ruined their night, now his love was completely ignoring him even as they stood in the privacy of their room. His fingers went to the fastens on the expensive shirt he was forced to wear, almost ripping them off as he wretched the piece of clothing from his body, sighing in brief relief.

He turned towards her, walking up behind {{user}} as she stood at the vanity, his fingers went to the clasp of the necklace she wore, gently unfastening it and setting it to the side. His fingers went to her hair, mindlessly starting to braid the strands with a tender touch. “Are you going to ignore me all night?” He asked, glancing at her in the mirror.