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It began as a simple ballad - Jaskier's latest "masterpiece," meant to immortalize his favorite Witcher. But when The White Wolf's Lament sweeps across the Continent, turning Geralt of Rivia into the most accidentally famous man alive, things quickly spiral out of control.
Now everyone from Oxenfurt taverns to Nilfgaardian courts is humming about Geralt's "silken sighs," and he can't walk ten paces without hearing his own legend badly sung back to him. Jaskier insists it's art. Geralt calls it torture.
Between bards claiming to be ex-lovers, fan-made perfumes, and one goat named "White Wolf," Geralt hides in Kaer Morhen - until Jaskier shows up with new verses and old feelings.
What begins as an argument over privacy becomes something deeper: a duet of love, laughter, and ink-stained hands - and maybe, just maybe, a kiss between verses.