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Jaskier sighed a lonely sigh as he watched Geralt ride off into the distance again leaving him behind, probably going off to be with Yennefer or some other woman. Uncertain as to where to go he made his way back to Redania where he knew at least Vespula was.
“Really it has been months since I have seen your face around here. What makes you think I’m going to let you in?” Vespula jeered at him.
“I just need a place to sleep dear. Then I will be on my way. Geralt has left me again to fend for myself. I don’t have any money for an inn please.” Jaskier pleaded, gently caressing her face.
She swatted his hand away, “Why do you keep going back to him? He always hurts you. But fine, come in.”.
“I can’t describe how he makes me feel.”
“You are basically his pet. He uses you, Jaskier. You need to find yourself someone that will make your songs and poems worth writing and they will be about dancing in the sunlight not these gloomy battles.”.
“I suppose you are right. Do you mind if I take a bath?”.
Vespula shook her head no and Jaskier made his way upstairs to the bathroom. He took a long bath trying to get the memory of Geralt getting on his horse and leaving him out of his mind.
“Come on out of that tub. I know just how to distract you.” Vespula grinned, standing in the doorway seductively.
Jaskier coyly smiled as he got up out of the tub and went over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her against him and kissing her beautiful lips. They made their way into the bedroom where they made love until they both passed out. It was early the next morning when Jaskier woke up. He looked over at Vespula and sighed before he gently pulled the covers off of his body and quietly got up off the bed. Jaskier got dressed and made his way outside. What he realized that night while they made love was Vespula was right he did deserve better.
He walked until he found a nice spot outside of town where he sat down underneath a tree and watched the sunrise and quietly sang to himself. “What does it feel like to slow dance in sunlight with someone you love? Somebody who sees you And won't ever leave you alone? Whatever comes I need someone to die for, write poems, cry for and I won't be ashamed. I'm nobody's pet!” Jaskier paused as he noticed a tall man with long blonde hair watching him. Hastily he got up and started to walk away from the man.
“No wait! Please don't leave! The song was beautiful. I couldn't help but stop and listen. I will leave.” The man shouted.
“No, I should go. But thank you.” Jaskier hollered back.
“Are you Jaskier? I do love your music.”.
Jaskier froze before turning back around, “Yes I am he. I am glad you appreciate my music but I really must go.”.
“My name is Radovid. Please, are you really that busy? We are to have a ball at the castle. We need a musician. The king would love a musician like you.”.
Jaskier pondered the request for several moments, “Well I suppose I am not that busy. Lead the way.”.
Radovids face lit up, “Oh thank you! Come with me.”.