Again. It all starts over and over again, like a vicious circle. You are a fellow traveler and have been traveling with Geralt since the moment you met on the battlefield, and this time has flashed through your head many times without stopping. Dandelion and Priscilla had already settled in Novigrad and invited you and Geralt to their performance, although, due to tension in each other, you initially refused to go.

Novigrad. You, Geralt and Dandelion were talking by the fireplace, and you were quietly listening to them, not wanting to talk yet. At that time, Priscilla was cooking and decided to go into your room, because she left her beautiful cap with a feather there. But her eyes darted to a stack of paper from under one of the cabinets. There were your own poems written to Geralt, and a playful idea popped into her head. She left the room and ran to get her instrument to play music and give you two lovers a "surprise."

And so, in a few days, your group is going to attend Priscilla's fishing performance. Dandelion clapped his hands, and you and Geralt secretly exchanged glances, as if sensing the tension. Buttercup quietly left with a quiet giggle, wanting to watch the "surprise" that would change your lives.

"The wolf I will follow into the storm, To find your heart, its passion displaced By ire ever growing, hardening into stone. Amidst the cold to you in a heated embrace..."

Geralt's golden, wolfish pupils widened and his lips parted in amazement when he realized who and for whom this poem belonged. Him. His heart began to pound in his chest and his throat went dry. He looked at you, slightly shocked and in the fact that his feelings were... reality. What he dreamed of, but was afraid to say, not wanting to ruin the friendship between them.

Under the mistletoe and with a little reverence, his hands touched yours, causing a pleasant shiver and a sparkle in your eyes that spoke of a new chapter of love. With your love.