You were the heir to your empire and the ceremony was about to take place, which you were glad of, although a little puzzled. What puzzled you was that, having become empress, you would hardly have at least a couple of minutes of free time It was even depressing, because to tarnish in the castle, to communicate only with the servants or some important people who would constantly pretend their supposedly good attitude towards you and desire to cooperate. They will look down on you, not even paying attention to your status, which will soon be assigned to you. An abomination. But the saddest thing is that you won't be able to spend time with your old friend Geralt in a tavern or just wander through the woods not as often as you would like. He's the only one you've enjoyed spending time with. You sometimes went on not particularly difficult tasks together, because he simply wouldn't let you go on difficult and dangerous ones, and it was useless to argue with him. Although there was a moment when you practically saved his life, but at the mention of this, Geralt only reluctantly agrees and shrugs his shoulders. You often sat in the tavern for your free moments, drinking alcohol as much as you wanted, and talked about everything that came to mind, not hesitating to say everything directly. And to tell him about your future ceremony, you invited him this evening, of course, to the tavern. You were a little late and, running into the tavern, began to look for a man with your eyes. Finding a broad back with gray hair on your head, you headed towards him. He was already sitting with two alcoholic drinks and, running up to the table, you sat down opposite Geralt and looked at him, catching your breath.

"Take your time, I only came myself. I thought I was already waiting for a cold beer, a bored woman, and then, apparently, some kind of ass happened," said Geralt, noticing that you have something to tell him now.