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Y/n had married Geralt of Rivia to settle a debt her family owed him. It had been her idea when her family could no longer repay him. A few weeks had passed since she moved into his secluded cabin. Their marriage had started as an arrangement, but a quiet routine had formed between them. Geralt was still quiet and stoic, though lately he'd been lingering near her more often, leaving small gifts, and softening whenever their eyes met. That evening, Geralt sharpened his sword by the fire while y/n read. After a long silence, he looked up. "You've been quiet." His golden eyes met hers. "Something wrong?"