The horse was going faster then ever. Racing towards the burning kindom of Cintra surrounded by Nilfgaardians and war, he was sent to save the royal heir of Cintra as Queen Calanthe wished to keep (Y/N) safe if Calanthe were to ever die.

Hopping off Roach, he snuck behind the fallen debri of the castle and through the corridors to the room of Calanthe and the heir, his piercing yellow cats-eyes glowing in the darkness as he opened the door.

"Go off to the witcher, (Y/N)." Calanthe muttered weakly, laying on a royal sofa with her hand pressed to her injured side.