Chapter 2 - Ch. 2

Two years Later

The frosty air reminded me of the first time I met her. It made me laugh thinking of that first encounter. I watch from above as she teachers young children how to Wield a staff. They smack each other in the head and giggle, chasing each other. I grin, it had been a while. We were no longer friends. The demons kept me from seeing her in the deep depths of the shadow realm. A young man walks up to her with a bright smile. Who was this. I stormed down from the tower in my room. I pull on a cloak that hangs from my neck, I'm shirtless and don't want to put a shirt on anyway. I jerk on trousers and boots and run though the castles stairways. Why was I doing this? It had been weeks since I'd attempted to talk to her.

She tosses the staff around throwing it up and making it disappear only for it to come back a different size or color. The man is tall and resembles her very much. I see the deep red emblem and realize too late that he's a Witcher, not another prince. They sit laughing and talking, suddenly the young man stiffens and looks toward me. He mumbles something and she turns with a scowl. It hurts to see her loathe me. I don't understand why though. She gets up to her feet I almost gasp, my eyes widen.He knee length amber hair falls straight down her back, a tight black dress with a red emblem for Moldove. A crisp black cloak hung around her feet, and a tall black staff rested in her hand. The other Witcher quickly grabbed her hand jerking her back. He dipped greeting me. I look to her. Witcher. Why didn't she tell me her name? Why couldn't I know?! She smiles but it's not genuine it's more of a mock grin. She curtsies letting the staff fall to her feet. It turns into a snake and crawls up her dress.

"Your majesty." She says greeting me. I hate it. And she know I hate it when she calls me that. To punish her, I take her hand in mine, letting the cool touch of my lips meet her warm skin. I let just a few drops of venom touch her skin, the flesh becomes deep red with my emblem. It will stain her hand for at least a day. The venom isn't toxic, not to her anyway.I smile dropping her hand. She grumbles before fake smiling and speaking again.

"I'm going to Darfort tomorrow. King tyre want you to come. I don't."

"Darfort is quite dangerous. I think I will come." I say.

"If I may speak so boldly your highness, I think I can handle it."

"Well I don't think you can, so I will accompany you." I say grinning. I dip my head as she curtsies, walking back to the castle. I smile widely, finally an excuse to spend some time with her.