Some people fall in love easily. Lambert fell in love kicking and screaming. Aiden is an annoying motherfucker; he's loud and short tempered and emotional- and everything Lambert never knew he wanted. With Aiden, Lambert was happy. But then Aiden was murdered, and Lambert was left broken, with no one to pick up the pieces. Now years later, Eskel returns home one winter with a feral witcher that turns out to be Aiden. With no memories, a missing eye, and nothing but aggressive instincts, Aiden is even more broken than Lambert. But Lambert is not so easily deterred. Destiny has given him a second chance with the man he loves and he'll do everything in his power to put him back together. Takes place between the end and epilogue of Try, Please Try For Me

"If we are to use you as bait to lure our possessed Witcher here to Kaer Morhen, do you understand what that entails?" Jaskier nods, but he remains quiet. A slight tremor works its way into his right hand, and Yennefer smirks at its appearance. The sorceress scoffs faintly, and she approaches him. There is something in her violet eyes, like a spark that proceeds the wildfire it causes as she comes close, her voice growing low and sharp. "He will hunt you," Yennefer whispers, as though she is reciting some sort of spell, bewitching as she is sardonic, "You cannot hide from him. You cannot outrun him. You cannot overpower him." Jaskier swallows, but he does not waiver. Not even as Yennefer begins to circle him. Despite the tears in her dress and the dirt that clings to her form, she remains as entrancing as ever. It's as though she's a fever dream Jaskier can only spot from the corners of his eyes. Her words come to Jaskier like a mirage, a silhouette muddled in fog. The only solid sensation coming from her being the race her words bring to his heart. "You will be at the Witcher's mercy." That should scare Jaskier. But it doesn't.

Geralt regrets what he had said to Jaskier.