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(...) Her heart made a little jump at this view: the girl was back from god’s knows where, her helmet, gauntlet and chainmail lying on the ground, washing her face with the water running down on her gambeson. There was blood on it, and she had a hard time removing it.
“Jindra, are you okay?” Hannah tried really hard to not sound alarmed, even if her heart skipped a beat at the view of the blood dripping on the ground.
The girl, bless her heart, answered with a bright smile, her gambeson still stuck on her upper body.
“God bless you, lady Hannah! I rid us of an entire camp of Cumans who had established themselves in the woods of Talmberg!” She continued her movement, finally removing the heavy clothing. More blood soaked the back of her linen shirt, a hole clearly visible on the clothe under one of her scapulae.
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Jindra got hurt during a battle. Hannah want to take care of the wound.
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- Part 3 of The women of Rattay
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“Thank you, Henry. It’s much better now, you can stop.” He was speaking lowly, so that only Henry could hear him.
“Are you sure?” Henry’s hand was still moving on the other’s arm, but it was now more a caress than a real way to warm up. He took Hans’s hand, could feel his heartbeat on his wrist, beating fast. He tried to ignore it. “But I feel that you are still cold.”
“Don’t worry, Henry. Just sleep.” Hans removed his arm from his grasp reluctantly.
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Hans is cold. Henry want to warm him up.
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“Erm… Lib… what? This is not Czech, is it?”Hannah was baffled by this affront.
“What? Of course it’s not Czech! It’s Latin!”
“Ah, well, I don’t know Latin, so that’s settled.”
“What do you mean you don’t know Latin?”
“Just last week you asked me how many turnips I harvested in my life, and today you wonder how I don’t know Latin! I’m telling you, I’ve only learned how to read our language, my lady.”
(...)OR: Henrietta doesn't know Latin. Hannah decide to teach her by choosing a particular story.
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- Part 2 of The women of Rattay
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“And here I thought you were working your ass off in some obscure farm somewhere in the province.” Hannah said cheekily, not wanting to seem annoyed that even if Henrietta was in town doing nothing, she didn’t want to spend her time with her.This comment startled the peasant. “Hello, my lady. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you would come here today. I can go somewhere else if you want.” She was clearly embarrassed to have been seen in this position, averting her gaze from the noble. Weird.
“What is happening, Henrietta? Usually, you are not that shy around me, am I wrong? Although, I could be mad at you for your laziness.”
Henrietta was trying to stand up, but the movement made her press her left hand right where her torso and left leg meet, wincing hard. Quickly, Hannah helped her to stand up, holding her free hand firmly.
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OR: The author of this fic wanted to give her period cramps to Henry. Sorry my boy.
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- Part 1 of The women of Rattay
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Samuel was getting down to the basement like every evening, dinner for two in his hands, ready to feed the nobleman that was living there.
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For Samuel, it was the first time that he felt that confident around someone other than his mame, which was a weird feeling. But not an unpleasant one. Not with John.But, when he turned around at the bottom of the stairs, he froze.
The noble, who he always saw wearing his blue tunic and large hat that usually cover a large part of his head, was here in his usual clothes but with only a simple fine white shirt, and his hair were wet and held by a hair stick.
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John's hair bothers him. Samuel offers to help.
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Every stories from this series take place during KCD1, not at a particular moment, just a normal day in Rattay before Vranik.
For now, they don’t have to be read in a particular order. It’s mostly fluff and pre-relationship yuri shenanigans.
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“You are not well,” Salvador returns. “You are overflowing with…” he pauses to search for the word and he finds it, “grief. You’re grieving. It has hollowed you out.”
“I have nothing to grieve for.”
“You’re lying, Thomas.”
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Vincent Benítez becomes Pope Innocent XIV. Thomas Lawrence stays behind.
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- Part 2 of Volo ut sis
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Following Tremblay's election, Thomas Lawrence is forced to resign and ends up in a refugee camp in Jordan, working side by side with Cardinal Vincent Benítez.
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20 Apr 2026
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Probably one of my favorite fanfic of all time