Geralt woke up and headed outside to see animals all in a pile-up. Snakes, wolves, dear, rabbits, and even a squirrel were where Lillian was supposed to be sleeping. He saw anything like it, so he went to investigate. Three snakes quickly got in the way and hissed angrily at him. He got out his sword, and the snakes hissed louder. The other animals promptly went to their side, and Lillian woke up and rubbed her eyes.

"Hirikka, stop being upset. Go back home or to sleep. It's so early, in the morning," she yawned.

They quickly left, and she stretched then woke up Jaskier gently. Geralt was at a loss of words and couldn't believe that she didn't wake up sooner. He went to her side and checked to see if she was hurt,t, but she wasn't. Well, not that he could tell anyway.

"What's wrong, Geralt?" She asked as he tried to smell for blood by getting close to her.

"Animals were sleeping on top of you and around you," he explained as she looked at him oddly.

"Did you hit your head or something? It was just that Hirikka was sleeping next to me last night," she informed.

"You were sleeping next to snakes this morning and venomous ones at that," he stated.

Geralt got close to her, and she blushed madly as he pulled her close to his body. She looked at him oddly and tried to get away from him, but he looked her over and down at her arm. She still had all the marks on her left arm.

"What are you doing?! You know I like personal space," Lillian said as she looked away from him.

Lillian was beautiful, and he was close enough to kiss her if he wanted to. Geralt looked down at her and could feel how nervous she was, and he was enjoying it. He loved how shy Lillian was and how she made him feel when she touched him. She was calming even if she was the cause of most of his stress at the moment.

"I'm making sure they didn't hurt you," he said as she got free of his grip.

"Well, I'm fine; if you smell blood, if you must know, it's a time of the month. I shouldn't have to tell you at all it is a personal matter! Yennefer poisoned you, didn't she? Didn't measure up to the other men she has slept with?" She asked.

"No, she didn't position me, and if you want to know how I did in bed, ask Yennefer," he said as her embarrassment faded.

She gave him a discussed look as she scoffed.

"You know I thought you were a gentleman and not like the other men who sleep around to sleep around. I can't believe I even care about you as a friend. You are just as bad as every other man I came a cross!" She hissed angrily.

"I hate to interrupt whatever is going on, but the knight is dead, and the dwarfs are gone," Jaskier pointed out.

"When we reach my old home, leave without me. I'm not going to travel with you any longer, I'm sick of you sleeping with every woman you lay eyes on, and I'm surprised you haven't gone after the men next," Lillian growled as she quickly went to Jaskier and found the knights butchered body and sighed weakly.

They all headed to the dragon quickly, and Yennefer froze the dwarfs as she passed them. They somehow got there first and saw the green dragon lying dead next round an egg. A golden dragon appeared, and Lillian smiled, seeing the two girls that were supposed to be dead.

"Sorry for the deception. I needed help protecting the egg," Villentretenmerth said as Geralt looked at Lillian.

Lillian was right again; she was always right, even though it was just a feeling. Then the men that came with them came. They quickly started fighting while Jaskier and Lillian stayed out of the way. Once the battle was over, Jaskier promptly went to their side, not warning anyone. Seeing a fleeting shadow, Yennefer grabbed her knife and threw it in the direction of the shadow.

"Jaskier!" Lillian screamed as she saw him falter and then fall to his knees.

"Oh no," yennefer said softly as Geralt went to his side.

"Not the way I wanted to go out," Jaskier said weakly.

"I can fix this. I know I can fix this," Lillian said as she tied her hair up and grabbed the knife.

"You died twice saving that woman; I'm not going to let you die for me," Jaskier informed.

"Lillian, if you do this, your chances of dying are high," Vendermeth informed as she carefully removed the knife.

"Lillian, don't you dare do what you did earlier," Geralt warned.

"You don't tell me what to do or own me," she said as she put her hands over his wound. Geralt tried to stop her, but she quickly made a barrier between them.

"Lillian, stop!" Geralt yelled.

"I would be doing this for you too, even if you are a pig amongst men," she said as she put her hands over his wound again.

The phases of the moon appeared slowly one by one over her hands, and then the sun

The sun and the full moon spun around as a beam of light went threw the phases and hit her hands. Blood ran down her eyes, mouth, and ears as her body started glowing brightly. Jaskiers wound began to heal. Her body started shaking as she was draining all the magic that was in her body. Her eyes turned gold, and her blond hair turned white until the spell suddenly stopped, and she fell backward.

"Lillian?!" Jaskier asked in shock as he touched her face, which was cold.

"What in the name of the gods is she?" Yennefer asked as Geralt went to her side.

"Lillian?" Geralt asked as he touched her face softly.

Lillian's heart was still beating but barely, and Geralt couldn't get her bleeding to stop. Villentretenmerth went to her side in his human form and smiled a bit as he saw her lying there.

"Tell me how to fix this!" Geralt demand picking up the dragon by the collar.

"You can't; Lillian's body has to heal by itself. Be grateful she didn't die," he informed.

"Grateful?! She is bleeding out! Tell me what she is! Why does she have no memory, and how do I take that mark off her!" Geralt yelled.

"I can't tell you what she is. It will mess up her destiny. I can tell you that she is a healer, and if she heals again with that mark, she will die. Lillian is a selfless person, the most selfless person I have ever met, but it is tangled up in her grief. You already have broken her heart, Geralt, and you will keep doing so. I can't tell you anything about her mark or how to remove it because it will also mess with her destiny. She will either die of a broken heart or live threw it. That is what I can tell you, and that is it," Villentretenmerth said as Geralt dropped him and tried to stop her bleeding.

"Wait, she will die if she heals someone else?" Jaskier asked.

"Yes, she will if the mark is not removed. Her magic is older than any magic ever created. She is the one that made it and is the only person who knows how to use it, "Villentretenmerth informed.

"Seriously? No one can create new magic," Yennefer informed.

"Well, tell her that next time the old her comes back," Villentretenmerth said as Geralt wrapped her wounds up as best, he could.

Geralt picked Lillian up and held her tightly to his chest.

"Geralt, be careful from now on. She will be hunted down for her magic powers. Until that mark is gone, you need to stay with her and protect her," he said.

"Lillian wants me to leave her where she saved me. We were heading there now," he said.

"Do you think she wants that?"  Villentretenmerth asked.

Geralt didn't answer as he held her. Yennefer now understood why he was with Lillian and was protecting her even though she was pushing him away. It was because he cared about her, and Lillian must have been taken, and that was why Geralt was sleeping with her and not Lillian. Geralt was trying to let her return to the person she loves instead of being with a guy she barely knew. It was kind of him but also sad too. He put Lillian on Roach and got on Roach.

"Do you two think you can make it down the mountain, alright?" Geralt asked.

Now Jaskier knew how hurt he was. He never cared to ask at all, and now he was.

"Yes, I can make a portal to go threw. Are we going back to the inn where we met up?" Yennefer asked.

"Yes, see you at sunset," Geralt said as he quickly left them behind.

Geralt made it to the inn, and it was midnight now; he would be there sooner, but he had to change Lillian's bandages often. Geralt's room was already paid for, so he carried Lillian to the room and pulled back the covers, and laid her down gently. He covered her back up and was now waiting for her heart to stop. Jaskier said it stopped twice when he was watching her. But now, he was sure he would witness her struggling to live.

"What happened to you? Whatever happened to you was bad enough that you can't even remember it. Is the mark to help you forget?" Geralt asked softly as she slept.

Lillian's breaths were shallow, and her heartbeat was slow like his. Geralt walked out of the room to get more bandages from Roach's saddle and returned them to the room. Lillian's heartbeat was faster than it was a couple of minutes ago, so hopefully, that was a good sign. He sat next to her, and then she slowly woke up.

"Hey, Lillian, how do you feel?" He asked softly.

"Anatol, why do you look so sad? You know I had to protect the children while you were away. I'm sorry I got hurt, but it couldn't be avoided," she said with a sad smile.

"You got hurt, and it was my fault," Geralt said.

"Your monster hunting is important to keeping people safe. How about you think of what we will do for our hundredth wedding anniversary? You took me to the lake and these beautiful woods. I know you have been looking in my sketchbook recently for ideas. Maybe we should go dancing; I know how much you hate it, but I love it, and after, we can slay a monster. Maybe we can even adopt another child too. I mean, sure, we have thirty-five now, but some of them moved away and had families. I know how you wanted to have a big family, and sure, they are humans, but I like them even if they are complicated," Lillian smiled.

He felt heartbroken and guilty as all hell. Lillian had been married for hundred years and had adopted so many children and given them hope, and he was ripping her away from the man she loved more than anything on this earth. The man she married wasn't a human either, but he may have been pushing his age limit now. All those years she didn't get to have with him hurt Geralt, and he didn't know why. But he wanted something this man had, a woman that was as kind as her and wasn't afraid of anything—a woman that, no matter what, wouldn't leave him alone.

"Anatol, don't cry over me. I'm fine, well I will be soon. Remember when we first met and you had brought a friend to hunt a monster with, and he was flirting with me, and you struck him both the back of the head? You told him to screw off and leave me alone. Then he said you should sleep with a girl to release some pent-up stress. Your face was so red. You were just an innocent twenty-year-old boy then.

After you fought that monster, you both almost dead, but I was able to heal you, thankfully. We talked for hours that night, and you made me laugh so hard with your stupid jokes. Then I took your virginity away; you also took mine. Then we went off for two years on adventures. Then we got married at a castle after we nearly died. The queen and king even married us! Your friend was upset because he had been trying to steal me from you.

But I knew when I had a petty argument over me using the powers that I wanted to marry you. I promised you I wasn't going to leave you anywhere, and I would hunt you down if someone took you from me," Lillian smiled as she touched his face gently.

He didn't know what to say to her, and he couldn't believe how lucky the guy was always fallen with her. He was jealous, and he kept on trying to tell himself that she was nothing to him, but she was everything. She calmed him when he was angry and argued with him instead of cowering in fear of him. She stood up for what was right and was beautiful inside and out, way different than any woman he encountered. But she didn't love him. She loved someone already, and they had children together and have been married for a hundred years! She wouldn't leave him for Geralt, not now, not ever.

"I'm sorry, Lillian, for everything I did," he apologized as guilt filled him.

He was hurting because his feelings were wrong, and he shouldn't be here with her; her husband should. He got mad at her for being herself and for being jealous of a guy that could be dead. These were her memories resurfacing, and they were beautiful memories of the man she married. He hoped he was alive and that he could meet him someday. He treated her good better than he ever could. He looked down at the ground in pure defeat and hatred toward himself for loving her the way he did. She sat up immediately, making him try to make her lay back down, but she stopped him.

"Anatol, the sweet love of my life. I know you feel at fault for my choice, and my reminding you of the old times didn't make you laugh like usual, but none of this is your fault. I never cared what your faults were, your appearance, or how long you lived. I never cared about any of that, okay? I fell in love with your heart. You were kind to people even if it was hard and others weren't. You showed mercy to those who needed it the most, even though it would have been easy to do away with them. You showed me love, even though you told me you could not feel anything. You lied about that part; I know you did. I never cared that you were broken when we met because everyone is in some way, and that is alright by me. No one is perfect, and I don't expect you ever to be," she said softly as she cupped her hands around his face and made him look up.

She kissed him, and he kissed her back without trying to stop her. She started to undo the buttons on his shirt, and he didn't stop her. He loved her, and he couldn't deny that. He wanted her but didn't just want her. He needed her. She wasn't kissing him out of lust but in love, and he could feel her power coursing through his veins.

She pulled away for a second and held her side, and chuckled a bit.

"I'm sorry, my love. I guess I'm still healing. We will need to sleep to heal some more. We will have to continue this tomorrow," she said softly.

Geralt kissed her again, and he didn't want to stop. After a moment, he did and looked deep into her eyes.

"Good night, my love," she smiled and kissed him again.

"Good night Lillian. I love you," Geralt said, knowing he was never going to tell it to her ever again.

He was going to hurt her as much as possible so she would return to her husband and leave him behind. He needed to, even though he loved her more than life. She was married, had children, and had a perfect life, and he wasn't a part of it.

"Anatol, don't forget to tell the children I'm fine," she said as he tucked her into bed.

"Don't worry, I won't; I love you, Lillian," he said as she smiled.

"I love you too," she said as she went back to sleep.

Tears slipped from his eyes as he walked out of her room and closed the door behind him. He wiped them away and bottled up his feelings the best he could.

"How is Lillian?" Jaskier asked.

"Fine... she has been married to the same man for a hundred years, and they have 35 adopted human children," he informed.

"Dear God! What kind of person has that many?!" He asked.

"She does! Now drop it," he hissed.

"Okay, God's what got you all wound up?" He asked.

He didn't answer him and went to get to some ale.

"Are you going to tell Lillian you love her?" He asked.

"No, she is married! I'm not a home wrecker, and she loves that man! A hundred years of marriage for maybe one fling, no!" He growled.

"But he might be dead!" Jaskier smiled.

"I hope to all the gods he isn't because the way she loves him is more than anything else," he informed.

"You still have a chance," he said as Geralt looked at him with pure furry.

"Never mind," he said as he returned to his room.