Once again, Hestia de Aretuza was no where to be found. Rumors told a story of revenge and how the Emperor kept her captive, others said she was dead, turned to ashes and there were the optimistic ones, who believed she was hiding somewhere close to...
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"You look tired" Vesemir, an old friend and father figure to Geralt said, it had only been a short time since he had arrived at Geralt and Ciri's small winery, after a long journey from Kaer Morhen, the place where Geralt had been raised and where he learned everything he knew about being a witcher.
"Have I ever not looked tired?" he tried to joke, but it was amazing how his serious tone always prevailed in any situation, even when he tried to sound more pleasant. He was always like that, He had no escape, his apathetic tone was almost like a marker in how everyone saw them, well, how everyone saw the witchers, but it was different with her, with Hestia, he could sketch smiles and for a moment he actually believed that he could be happy, that he could form a bond with someone strong enough to become lasting, unfortunately whenever Geralt found hope in something, it was quickly shattered and made him remember why he killed hope before he even let it grow. In Hestia's case, he still had hope that she might be alive, but that wasn't what he feared most, what really gave Geralt nightmares every single night was the thought of the great and strong possibility that she was under the captivity of Nilfgaard, and if there was one thing Geralt knew, it was that if she was in the hands of Thomas the Emperor, Hestia would not have an ounce of mercy from the man who so clearly hated her, and rightly so, how could one not hate the woman who set fire to their home? But also, how could she not be expected to do that, when he took her only family? Fiona's death would never pass in vain, and anyone who knew Hestia should know that. Well, it's what they say, karma is a bitch and Thomas only paid the price for his wickedness and well, for messing with the wrong person.
