Is it? [Curiousity curls around his voice, softening. He was so sure that was not her story, but that remark is strange enough to give him pause. How it works. So, does her sphere have demons as well? Or some other creature with the same name?

At any rate, it's only a story. One of three.

He quiets again for the third one. He begins imagining this one if only to match the other two, but as Nadine goes on and he feels a sort of dread knot in his throat, the images eventually fade.

Jaskier is not sure. To him, this sounds like the most plausible one. Her father would hardly be the first to be tricked and blinded by magic and pretty things. And if Nadine was anything, she was lonely, the sense like an aura radiating from her.

But because it's so plausible, because it fits so well, he's suddenly not sure.]

None of these have an ounce of happiness in them. [He huffs a breath through his nose, drinking deep. And pauses.] Except the second one, funny enough. The only time you mentioned it. The one where the happiness is present, yet seems the least real.