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    The great doors of Dragons Reach swung open, pillars lining a massive mead hall with great arching ceilings and balconies above. Once upon a time, in Skyrim’s more peaceful days, it would be host to every Jarl in the province, great moots held to determine the fate of Skyrim’s people.

    As it was, the hall was empty save a single older man sitting upon a carved wooden throne and the court wizard in sleep clothes who went to stand behind him. His eyes had drifted closed, his breathing gentle and soft as he leaned hard against his palm. Ireleth took the steps up the dais two at a time, coming over.

    “So the dragon has been driven off?” he asked quietly as the guards pulled Xantos up the last flight of stairs. One pattered up further, moving behind the throne while holding Xantos’ sword.

    “Killed, my jarl, and I have brought the ones responsible- you’re... you’re not going to like it, my jarl.” Irileth looked over her shoulder to where the collected misfits were standing. "One of the heroes is a companion, the other is a dunmer girl, and a small breton mage-”

    “And the last one is Xantos Ashborne.” Balgruuf finished. “How in oblivion did he end up fighting the dragon?”

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    Jaskier is finally free. After so long trapped in a form not his own he had begun to doubt which was his true self. But here he is, unshackled. The betrayals, violence, abandonment- the destruction his family wrought upon themselves and others, all of it left far behind. Jaskier is determined to enjoy this second chance. To bask in the beauty of life and ignore what horrors linger. Then he meets Geralt and things become complicated.

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    “They don’t exist.”

    “Pardon?” The bard’s brown hair flops as he tilts his head.

    Geralt bravely doesn’t sigh again. “The monsters in your songs. They don’t exist.”

    For some reason that gets him a grin, “How do you know?”

    Geralt stares at him.

    “I’m a Witcher.”

    The bard laughs, “So just because you’ve never seen them that means they don’t exist?”

    “Yes.” Geralt says flatly.

    “Agree to disagree.” The man says flippantly, “But I would love to hear more about the monsters you’ve fought.”

    “No.” Geralt takes a drink desperately and finds he is almost at the bottom of his tankard. He contemplates whether it’s worth the coin for another. Probably not.

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    “But sire, he’s your-“

    “SILENCE!”

    In the events leading up to Radovids demise, Jaskier readies himself for the time he will be given to the White Wolf of the north. The famous Warlord known for his brutality. He prepares himself for the worst.

    Little does he know, Geralt is nothing like he seems.

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    17 Apr 2026

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    Six vignettes showing the establishment of a holiday that commemorates the White Wolf's conquest of Kaedwen, told through the eyes of the last victim of its previous king.

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    One is bound to develop body-image issues with the company Jaskier keeps.

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    When Jaskier is young, he is sold to a slaver to solve his parents' problems with money.
    He ends up at the royal court of Tretogor, a gold-collared bedslave, reserved for the royal line. Unlike the others, Jaskier doesn't settle into his fate, but rebels in what little ways he can.
    It's no wonder then, that when the warlord of the north visits Tretogor for negotiations, Jaskier finds himself in the middle of it all.

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    His mother's face is sad, and Julian wishes more than anything he could change that. She tucks a lock of his soft brown hair behind his ear.
    “Remember how you said you wanted to help?”
    Julian nods.
    “There’s someone who… is coming to take a look at you. If you do well, we’ll get enough to pay the rent that’s still due. If we’re very lucky, we’ll get enough to buy back the farm.”
    “What do I have to do?” Julian asks.
    A tear tracks down his mother’s cheek.

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