[ Not enough. Geralt only shakes his head, accepting that for what it is. He hasn't asked how Sam's been doing since his people have filtered into this world, new and old alike. A blessing and yet not. He understands how it is. The complications it brings. Nothing is ever easy, ever simple. Not even reuniting with those closest to you.
Sometimes, that's the part that's the hardest.
Sam jokes, but: ] They may as well be.
[ A puppet monarchy is hardly unheard of. The Queen is elusive, but nowhere near as elusive as her husband. If he's present, Geralt suspects he rules in name only. She has Grigory wrapped around her finger. Not a stretch to believe she's done the same with the king. It's only, given the public nature of this event, he'd have thought they would appear together at the least, king and queen.
He tips back more wine. Setting sight on the queen again makes him uneasy, dredges up memories he'd rather not dwell on. By and large, he's managed to put most of it out of his mind—but on occasion, he feels it, the ghost of sharp claws digging into his head. ]
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Sometimes, that's the part that's the hardest.
Sam jokes, but: ] They may as well be.
[ A puppet monarchy is hardly unheard of. The Queen is elusive, but nowhere near as elusive as her husband. If he's present, Geralt suspects he rules in name only. She has Grigory wrapped around her finger. Not a stretch to believe she's done the same with the king. It's only, given the public nature of this event, he'd have thought they would appear together at the least, king and queen.
He tips back more wine. Setting sight on the queen again makes him uneasy, dredges up memories he'd rather not dwell on. By and large, he's managed to put most of it out of his mind—but on occasion, he feels it, the ghost of sharp claws digging into his head. ]