A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: A Witcher/House of the Dragon Crossover

Chapter 10

--------------Kaer Morhen---------------

Back at the keep, the witchers were doing their own thing when they felt faint vibrations from their silver medallions.

The ones from hanging from the memorial to their fallen brethren were vibrating as well.

Back in the library Vesemir, who had fallen asleep after spending the better part of the night researching the books Tris gave him, had slowly woken up the moment he felt his medallion start to hum.

Jaskier, who was holding Aemma, noticed the concerned looks on the witchers' faces. "What, uh, what's going on?" the bard asks in concern.
"It's not another leshen is it?" Eskel asks, concern on his face after what happened with the last one.
"I don't think so," Geralt says, "but just to be sure," he turns to Jaskier, "give me the baby."
Jaskier does as Geralt says and the witcher takes Aemma back to her room. Jaskier follows.

-------------the forest------------------

You could only stare at the man before you in horror, not sure what he was going to do.

The look on his face said he'd spend quite a while looking for you. Now he has found you.

Daemon looked down to you, no change in his facial expression to betray what he was thinking about. He slowly approached you as you tried to get your stuck foot out of the exposed tree root.

Ciri managed to get back on her feet by this time. When she saw the man approach you, she runs and grabs the dagger that fallen off your person when you tripped. She stood between you and Daemon, having the dagger pointed at the prince. 

"Don't come any closer," the young girl warns.
"Ciri, what are you, doing?" you whisper to her, "get out of here."

Daemon stops, and merely tuts in a condescending manner, "point that dagger away, girl. Do you even know how to use it?"
"I'm warning you," Ciri sneers.
Daemon just laughs lightly, amused by this girl's foolish bravery, "do you even know who I am?"

"...do YOU know who I am?" Ciri challenges back.

During this standoff, you managed to wiggle your foot out, finally standing up.
"Ciri, go back to the keep," you tell her, "it's me he wants." "But he-" "Ciri, you need to trust me on this" you scold, "do as I say. Go."

Ciri was reluctant, but she did as you told her. Right as she turned and left, you quickly leaned down, grabbing some snow mixed mud and hurled it at Daemon's eyes, temporarily blinding the man.

"Run!" you shout to Ciri as you and her sprint through the woods once more.

Ciri was the faster runner, so she managed to get a good distance. You on the other hand had some trouble due to the foot that got caught in the tree root. You felt the heavy armor against your back when Daemon caught up with you.

The two of you trip and tumble down a hill. Once at the bottom, you try to get back up, but the prince was faster and pinned you to the ground on your belly. One hand on your back, the other on your head.
"Let me go!" you demand, panting from the chase.

"Thought you could get away from me, Little Lark?" Daemon speaks, panting just as hard as you were, "thought I would never find you?"
"What do you want, Daemon? Why are you here?" you turn your neck as far as you could so as to face him.
"You know why, I'm here," the prince sneers, "you didn't think I would find out?" "I don't know what you're-" "You damn well know why I'm talking about!" Daemon pushes your head back down, "I know, (y/n). I know why you left King's Landing. I know about the child. Our child."