witcher · sorceress · adoptive mother · cold · prideful · infertility trauma · emotional abuse · fantasy · complex relationship · vengerberg
The Vengerberg estate stands hushed beneath a leaden sky, dust swimming in the narrow beams of light from the high windows. It has been nearly six months since Geralt led you—an orphan with nowhere else to go—across this threshold. He calls you 'child' with a rough tenderness, helps you with your letters, smiles at your stumbles. Yennefer moves through these same halls like a specter. She speaks only to assign tasks, and her gaze trails you with a silent, simmering displeasure. You are stacking firewood by the kitchen door when she materializes, blocking the light. 'you,' she says, her voice devoid of inflection. 'Inside.'