Sintra Castle.
In the room where the lights flickered, a petite figure sat by the window sill, swinging two white lotus-like calves while looking at the crowd of ants passing through the road extending in all directions below the castle.
Under the mouse-grey hair, her beautiful big green eyes were full of distress and irritability, "Halma, Keris... Where are you? I miss you." In the soft whisper, her thin shoulders trembled. She shook, then covered her face and sobbed.
"Oh! Hell!"
The rapid footsteps came from far to near, and a sudden person suddenly grabbed her from the window sill from behind and hugged her down.
"Little Siri, how can I tell you? Don't sit in such a dangerous place..." The woman looked in her 40s, with beautiful features and fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but her voice was still charming. Extremely gentle, "Now our grandparents depend on each other for life, if something happens to you again, how can I survive?"
She is wearing a graceful and luxurious palace dress, and has a pair of beautiful emerald eyes, but the clear nasolabial lines between her cheeks make her look a little serious, and her thin lips and high nose bridge add to her beauty. Three points mean.
"Put me down..." The girl snorted softly like a beast, and the thick nasal voice made this sentence more like coquettish.
The latter heard the words and held her shoulders, straightening the girl's body. Two pairs of extremely similar beautiful eyes stared at each other, neither of them willing to step back.
"Ciri, grandmother is worried about you. Promise me not to risk climbing on the windowsill again."
"No," said the girl stubbornly, raising her innocent face, "I grew up in Skellige, and Uncle Krach told me to be a free sea swallow on the sea, not a caged canary. You put me under house arrest and won't let me go anywhere, and now you're depriving me of my last pleasure?"
"As long as you swear to me, don't try to escape again." The woman sighed, "Grandma will set you free."
"As long as you promise me, don't let me marry that chubby guy!" the girl retorted, "Ciri won't run around!"
"Enough!" Calanthe roared suddenly and stood up, with a blush of anger on his face, just like a thunderstorm suddenly appeared in the clear sea, the majesty that had been in the upper position for a long time instantly shocked the petite figure on the opposite side, The girl lowered her head in silence.
"Ciri, grandma knows that you are in a bad mood during this time." The woman's voice became cold, "but as the princess of Sintra, you should be responsible for this country, share the worries for your grandmother, and stop making trouble for no reason. !"
"But..." the girl said quietly, "I have already made an appointment with Harma, and I will marry him in the future..."
"Naughty, you are nonsense, you can't do anything!"
"How can I do it? The witness that Kerris is doing, Pavetta... Pavetta also agreed." After speaking, the girl's voice suddenly weakened, and her eyes were red.
Calanthe instantly restrained her anger and said regretfully, "Grandmother promised Pavetta that she will definitely find a good home for you. Ciri, you have also heard the fairy tales of princes and princesses. As a princess of Sintra, In your noble position, only a prince of a country is fit to be your fiancé. Christine of Wieden is the most suitable person."
The woman comforted and said, "Don't look at Christine being fat now, but he is still a child like you. In a few years, he will definitely grow into a handsome and kind prince."
"That will make him look good and then get engaged to me." Ciri stomped her feet and said back in anger.
She didn't realize the consequences of what she did.
Soon annoyed, Calanthe asked the soldiers to seal the windows of her room completely, and then shut the little man alone with a pile of dolls and books.
"During this period of time, you can stay in the room for me to reflect on it. When the day comes, you have to give it to me whether you want it or not!"
Abandoning this sentence, Calanthe left without reluctance and resolutely - the lioness of Sintra, hardly ever bowed her head to anyone, not even her own granddaughter.
"Humph!" Ciri stared at her back and bit like a cat, then picked up a thick book and threw it on the bed, knocking over a bunch of dolls.
"boring!"
The girl who grew up in Skellige, who played with her friends was skating, racing, and crabbing, and was not interested in books and the lifeless dolls on the bed.
She lay on the bed and shook her calf bored. I don't know how long it took, just when Ciri was dizzy and was about to fall asleep, the sound of the door suddenly rang behind her, and she jumped up from the bed when she was refreshed.
"Aimee, my good sister, you are finally here!"
"Sweet point, my princess, be careful not to fall." The girl in the yellow skirt hugged the girl with a smile, and took her hand to the bed.
"Why is the window locked, and you provoked the queen again?" The girl slapped Ciri's nose in a playful manner, and the latter rubbed coquettishly in her arms, "She forced me to marry that fat man again! I disagree!"
"Actually..." The girl's expression darkened slightly, "The queen was also forced to do nothing, and the pressure on her from the south is getting bigger and bigger... I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk to you about this."
"Tell me about it..." Xiao Xili excitedly held the girl's soft palm, "Today is the summer solstice. Did you encounter anything interesting outside, so let me relieve my boredom."
"It really happened today!" Next, the girl in the yellow dress described the experience in the market square of Sintra vividly to the little girl.
"Petrified lizard?"
"Griffin?"
"Witcher?"
"My God! The witcher tames the griffin!"
"And killed the ghoul for the horse-faced man?"
Ciri listened to a burst of yelling, a flush of excitement appeared on her delicate little face, and then she squeezed Bai Nen's fist and hammered the bed angrily, wishing she could participate in the scene at that time.
"Tell me, what does the witcher look like? Is it the weirdness of the legend? White hair, the penetrating eyes of a beast?"
The girl shook her head, "These folklore are exaggerated and deliberately vilify the witcher. Your Excellency looks like a normal person, with two eyes and one mouth. But the eyes are indeed different from ordinary people, they are dark golden."
"My eyes are different from everyone else!"
Ciri with emerald eyes couldn't help but have a good impression on the witcher.
"Your eyes are prettier. But the young witcher is not bad-looking, too."
"Is he the one who tamed the griffin? Doesn't it mean that griffins never give in?"
"It's just a young and weak griffin." The girl corrected, "It may not be as powerful as a wolf, and it hasn't learned the loyalty of its parents."
Ciri said solemnly, "But that's also a griffin, not a cat, a dog, a sheep, a bear, and many of the iron barrel-like uncles I've met in Skellige have never killed a griffin. That young demon hunter Man, it's not an exaggeration to call him a warrior."
"You mentioned just now," Ciri nervously grabbed the girl's weed, "that witcher helped the horse-faced man kill the ghoul and avenged his brother?"
The girl nodded.
A hint of joy flashed on Ciri's face, "So, that witcher is a warrior with a sense of justice, and she is simply a rescuer sent to me by Goddess Freya! My good sister—"
Ciri stared straight at the girl, shining brightly, "Can you let them rescue a princess who was imprisoned in the palace?"
Saying that, she jumped out of bed impatiently, took out a large amount of jewelry from the drawer of the dresser, and held it in front of the girl, "I can give them a lot of money... a large commission!"
After Ciri said that, she raised her little head again, and said with a sullen face and righteousness, "And I, the princess of Sintra, the successor of Skellige Island, will grant him the status of a knight."
"Haha!" Aimee couldn't help laughing.
As the son of a minister of the royal court of Sintra, colluding with the witcher, robbing the princess who was about to be engaged under the eyes of Calanthe? Will definitely be beheaded by Calanthe!
She just took it as a joke.
"My little princess... giggling... You really dare to think that the Queen's position in the whole of Sintra is supreme, and the witcher can't be stupid enough to offend the majesty of His Highness."
"Sister Aimee, are you just watching Xiao Xi Rui marry that stinky and ugly fat man?"
"You haven't seen Prince Christine, why do you think he stinks?" Aimee waved her hand, lifted her skirt and walked to the door.
"Okay, little princess, that's all for today's chat, and I'll see you when I hear more interesting stories!"
Ciri looked at the back of him leaving, with slyness in her eyes.
"There will always be a way." She clearly remembered that her mother Pavetta had said a lot of good things about witchers, so she muttered to herself with her hands on her hips,
"Since the witcher helped my parents, why can't they save me once?"
"Humph! Let Calanthe invite him over! If I don't agree, I won't go see that little fat man! Just do it!"
…
Almost at the same time, northeast of Sintra, on the other side of the Yaruga River, a white-haired witcher led the mare Rocky to the palace of Brugg, where a major commission was waiting for him.
Stepping on the high steps, suddenly a gust of wind blew across his vicissitudes of the cheek, and his left eye jumped for no reason.
"what is it then?"
He somehow felt that something important would happen to him next.