"That's why I want to go there. Perhaps it should be studied. Oftentimes, when magic is so raw, it just needs to be comprehended so we can work around it. What else did you hear?" She asked, leaning forward, her eyes glinting with anticipation beneath the soft glow -

Who opened the door to the Hells?

Good morrow from Harrenhal

you are allowed to grieve over the child you could've been.

houdini This heat has been provoking some serious anxiety symptoms; that's why I have been away. I will try to be more active, but I can barely think.

Gods, this heat... # thirsty tuesday

Just because she mastered the art of concealing her emotions behind a practised mask didn’t mean she was immune to them.

"Let me explain it clearly," she responds gently. "When you say it out loud, it shows that you dare to express it to me. It indicates that you don't fear the feeling; you aren't running away from it. Thinking about something and acting on it are two different things. When you tell -

Her eyes flutter closed for a brief moment, and she leans her head against his hand, savouring the warmth and tenderness of his touch. It's been far too long since she felt his comforting presence, a sensation that wraps around her like a soft blanket. The overwhelming sense of -

houdini Imagine Yennefer in Harrenhal watching it all unfold and just go: “not this shit again” xD

Yennefer returned the toast, the soft chime of metal fading into the crackle of the fire. "It is not faith," she corrected quietly. "It is stubbornness." She took a sip of wine. "I know sacrifices never truly end, Aemond. Power always asks for more. Kings, mages, dragons—they all learn the same -

"Good morrow"

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“Seems fair.”

“Can’t complain. How about you?”

“Good morrow, friend.”

There was never any doubt in her mind.

The soft, unexpected laugh echoed through the dimly lit room, drawing a genuine smile to her lips. Warmth flickered in her chest, and she allowed herself a small sense of accomplishment, knowing she’d managed to lift the heavy mood, if only a little. “See, you are absolutely -

She knows he can’t resist…

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I know you don’t know me… but if you ever need someone to talk to…

I am so sorry dear

A simply morning for everyone… I cannot say it is a good one.

It seems we will have some new arrivals to Harrendal… right when I arrive as well

What a lovely # sexy saturday

Starting the day with a bath... this heat is not welcome

She was thinking about them leaving to a quiet room and perhaps undress each other and fall into each other embrace.

Yennefer's brow arches ever so slightly, violet eyes searching his face as though weighing every hesitation he refuses to voice. His laugh earns the ghost of a smile—small, genuine, and gone almost as quickly as it appears. "Crossing your mind and -

Her eyes fluttered shut as she heard him speak, his voice thick with emotion, echoing through the quiet space. So many decades weighed between them, each moment filled with doubts and longing, and now—at last—they both realised they had always -

“I understand much of it,” she replied thoughtfully, her voice calm and steady. “After all, it was the purpose entrusted to me.” A faint, almost weary smile crossed her lips before disappearing just -

“Not credit,” she corrected gently, a wry smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “It is simply that I have an unfortunate habit of finding myself at odds with kings.” She gave the slightest shrug, as though it were an inconvenience she had long since grown accustomed to. “So, no—I will not -

Yennefer's smile was almost imperceptible. "Dangerous? I'll accept that over 'witch.'" Her gaze rested on him—not on the sapphire, nor the scar, but simply on the man before her. "I do not think the trade was fair." The words were quiet, offered without pity. "No child should -

She is exhausted

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“ Good morrow, Your Grace. I hope you had a pleasant evening. “

Who made her upset?

Good morrow. Breakfast is in order.

Tomorrow is another day

“How can I assist you, ⇢reader⇠?”

thanks to you， i am saddled with unnecessary … feelings.

She's awake, but she wishes she wasn't...

Tomorrow is another day

houdini So Yen is making friendships with a snow, being gentle with Helaena, and almost throwing Aemond through the window... Seems accurate

“The heart often uses the eyes to convey what words cannot,” the sorceress replied, a subtle note of amusement weaving through her otherwise composed tone. Her lilac gaze drifted briefly toward the window before returning to the queen. “But since my attention was fixed elsewhere, I can only assume -

The childlike wonder reflected in his expression drew the faintest smile from her. It was a rare sight—someone looking upon magic with curiosity rather than fear or contempt. In this world, magic was neither common nor well understood. And when people did speak of it, it was often in hushed voices-

“Humidity is not a friend at this point.”

I miss the winter

“Not too bad. However, this heat is jot doing any good to my hair.”

“Hello, dear friend.”