While this short story was written as a wedding gift by Andrzej Sapkowski and is considered non-canon, it’s such a nice story I wanted to share my favourite moment, a captured happiness between the Witcher and Yennefer. The story is about a wedding, The Witcher’s wedding and all of their guests and best wishes. Very short and very cute.
Joy and happiness was in everything they did. And even though they were so different, they knew that those weren’t the differences that divide, but the differences that bring together and bind, bind so strongly and so tightly, like siting of spars and the roof ridge, siting from which a house is born. And it was like the first time, when he was entranced by her glaring nakedness and intensive desire, and she was enthralled by his finesse and sensibility. And just like the first time she wanted to tell him, but he silenced her with a kiss and a caress and literally took away all the sense of it. Later, when he wanted to tell her, he couldn’t get a sound out of himself, and later still the happiness and delight overwhelmed them with power of a falling rock, and there remained only one big flash beneath the eyelids, and there remained something which was a silent outcry, and the world ceased to exist, something ended and something began, something stopped and there was silence, silence and peace.