IT took ages for Amalia to fall asleep. Since Geralt left she felt unsafe. Now she also has a bad feeling about sleeping in the tavern. The exact feeling the witcher had since they arrived, which the princess always doubted. Until now.

When she eventually managed to fall asleep, Amalia couldn't stop hearing footsteps and whispers in front of her room. She thought it was just a bad dream, until it turned reality and some man snuck into her room with the goal to hurt the princess.

The stranger tiptoes in the direction of Amalia who is sleeping in her bed. She gets even more restless when hearing him unbuckle his belt, but she can't match the sound to anything.

The princess nervously moves around in the bed, which scares the intruder making him trip over something. The loud noise immediately wakes Amalia up making her sit up in the bed staring straight into the eyes of an unknown man.

Geralt can't control his thoughts about the princess and the way he just left her alone. What if his bad feeling about this tavern was true and something happens to the princess? She would probably hate him, because it was his job to keep her safe. Oh and the king of Redania would kill the witcher, but Geralt doesn't even think about that. He decides to check on Amalia. Maybe that will calm his thoughts.

His eyes were green, the complete opposite of the golden color of Geralts eyes. The complete opposite of safety. Even though Amalia pushed the man immediately off of her, she's still able to see the green right in front of her.

The princess didn't even think about the fact, that the man could have had weapons. But after standing up, she saw none. Amalias heart races while looking at the stranger. He looks like a normal boy from the village. If they wouldn't be in this situation, the princess would've thought that he could be nice. But in fact this man is a disgusting piece of shit.

"You should run away, princess", he says grinding his teeth,"After what I will do to you, you will never be able to be queen". He moves closer to Amalia and pushes her on the bed.

She is frozen, not able to move or defend herself. But when he continues unbuckling his belt and he says 'No man will ever bow to the weaker sex' the princess starts to feel something. Anger. She is full of anger. She is a queen.

Her heart races, almost jumping out of her chest, while she is reaching for something sharp. Something to defend herself. No one will ever rape her. Only over her dead body.

When Geralt heard a noise coming from Amalias room, he doesn't even hesitate to open the door. He is ready to fight. His blood pressure is high and adrenaline is kicking in.

But then he saw her and a stranger. The man was on top of her and she under him both on the bed. Geralts heart cracks and he stops breathing. He is too late. He slowly moves closer to them.

„God damn it witcher", Amalia hisses making Geralt take a big breath as she stands up and making the man fall on the ground. He eyes the princess. In her hand she is holding a bloody letter opener.

She managed to defend herself. Amalia stabbed the stranger and now she's watching him bleed to death.

Geralt is shocked. He never expected the good natured princess to be this brutal. The witcher has to remind himself, that Amalia can be a badass sometimes. Because whenever she smiles, he seems to forget about her dark and rebellious side.

Amalia slowly walks closer to the man on the ground, who's spitting blood. She takes a deep breath and hisses:"I am going to be queen. Everybody will bow or I will make them".

With that said, the princess makes her way towards Geralt, but she's not able to look him in the eye and he knows. So she simply says, well almost demands:"Kill him. Hell will make him suffer enough. At least I hope so". The witcher doesn't want to fail again, even though it's not his style to kill humans, so he does like he was told. This wannabe rapist deserved nothing more than death.

Amalia exits the tavern while everyone is staring at her. Geralt follows shortly after. A young stable boy immediately gets their horses ready, but when he wanted to hand the rein to Amalia she hesitates, because looking at the boy, the green eyes of not so long ago flash up in her mind. He reminds the princess.

Geralt realizes, so he grabs the rein and passes them to Amalia. For the first time after last evening she looked at him smiling thankfully reducing the witchers remorse.

While mounting their horses, both of them are able to overhear a very loud whisper:"What?! I thought we had a plan. Obviously he fucked it up". Amalia quickly turns in the direction of the voice furrowing her eyebrows.

"What ever your plan was, always remember that I would even defy the devil himself, if he tried to take my crown!", she says confidently. After a moment of silence she makes her horse turn to gallop away with Geralt following her.

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They rode for ages. At least that's what it felt like for Geralt. He was so used to Amalia talking nonstop, that when she suddenly was silent the whole ride, it felt awkward. Of course he understood why she wasn't speaking, but anyways he felt like it's his job to change that.

"I think the horses need a break", Geralt says dismounting Roach. He takes a look at the princess. Without answering she gets off of her horse and leans against a tree avoiding his gaze.

"And we need to talk", the witcher carefully says moving towards her. But she's still looking to the ground.

"Amalia", he whispers and his hand slowly reaches out to her face, forcing the princess to look at him,"I'm sorry. I should've been there for you".

Amalia immediately takes her gaze off of him and stares at the ground while answering:"No I should've listend to you. I didn't have any experience with this world outside the castle. It's my fault".

"No it's nobody's fault", somehow Geralt feels this urge to hug the princess and then she found herself in his big strong arms. Finally she is safe.

"You're safe with me Amalia", the witcher says after their hug, while taking her face in between his hands,"The next time I won't leave you".

For a moment the princess was speechless. She just stood there and stared into his golden eyes which almost screamed safety. A small smile appears on her face as she answers:"Thank you Geralt".

The witcher smirks when he realized how close their face are. Somehow he moved closer to her while speaking. He can't fight the attraction Amalia has on him and his gaze travels down to her lips.

Of course she knows, but isn't able to say something. The princess feels the same attraction Geralt does even though it's wrong. Both can't fight it. They slowly decrease the distance between their lips.