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does the prince ever learn ? letting one's guard down outside the palace walls is akin to death . the witcher cuts an imposing figure , arms crossed , staring down at the slumbering noble .
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bested by the difference in stature , eyes widen at proximity , sliding to the grip of arm—— perhaps you were listening , after all . * twitch of lips , own hand covering that of the smaller , spinning them around .
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hey——hey, they usually did .. ! a frustrated huff, shuffling forth. shorter of two had moved their lean frame beneath the sword, quick to grasp the witcher's arm. smaller fingers grip tightens.
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there was no worthwhile distraction when it came to survival . was he even taking this seriously ? a side - step was enough to avert flailing digits , lips twitching . did you even try ?
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it was one time, worthy 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. very evident flush still lingered upon the apple's of her cheeks, eyes averted to the sword. an attempt made, indexes sprawl outward to try grasp the sword. to no avail.
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you're restless . and i'm not wasting my breath . if it's hands - on experience you want , your highness , here's your chance . try to take my sword . * stance feigns nonchalance , though quiet lethality lingers in every sinew .
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