Jaskier walked behind you and Geralt, annoying Yennefer with his chatter and leading the horse Ciri was sitting on by the bridle with his hand. The brown-haired man, having finally taken out the sorceress, turned his head forward, looking for a new victim. And his new victim turned out to be you, his lover. The bard crept closer, covering your eyes with his hand, whispering not quietly.

"Guess who?"

The man chuckled in his high, ringing voice, his blue eyes sparkling in anticipation.