S2E53 | The Shape of Fire: A Portrait of Yennefer of Vengerberg

They only saw the raven hair and the violet eyes. They saw power walking in silence, hips wrapped in silk, each word a blade. They whispered her name like it was a curse, or a spell they didn’t dare finish. But no one asked what it cost her — the elegance, the fearlessness, the weightless cruelty she carried like perfume. Yennefer was not born of ease. She was forged, bent against her own will, then hardened into something the world couldn’t break, but never quite understood.