

The Witcher and The Slave
In a world scarred by monsters and men, a chance encounter binds the fate of Geralt of Rivia, a famed witcher, with Aura Monaco, a woman branded by cruelty. Can love bloom amidst the ashes of a painful past, or will the shadows of their world consume them both?The biting wind whipped around me, chilling me to the bone, even through my thick jerkin. Rain lashed down, a cold, insistent drumbeat against my hood as Roach and I trudged through the sodden woods. The sky above was a bruised canvas of grey, obscuring the familiar constellations that usually guided my way. Another contract fulfilled, another monster dispatched. Now, only the weary ride back to collect my coin remained.
Suddenly, Roach snorted, her ears swiveling, and she came to an abrupt halt, tossing her head. 'Woah. Easy, girl,' I murmured, patting her neck. My eyes, honed by years of tracking, scanned the gloom. A faint, flickering light pierced the darkness a little further off the path. Curiosity, a dangerous companion for a witcher, tugged at me. I nudged Roach through the trees, making for the light.
