Hope you guys enjoy the next two parts. Took time to get these finished as I've been working on other things and my writing Mojo has been down lately. However, I am planning on getting 'The White Wolf' storylines finished this week. 3 more chapters, including this one so 2 more chapters to go! Hope you enjoy it! And I am sorry... you will know what I mean when you read the next chapter, I am sorry.

Trouble in Paradise

Geralt bit his lip as he saw Yennifer stood in front of him, giving him 'THAT' look. THAT look was always the killer, her violet eyes bore deep into his soul and pulled at his heart strings and the very pit of his stomach turned upside down.

"Geralt" she spoke his name like one would spit out a fine wine, Geralt nodded slowly and took a step forward, like a criminal on death row, walking to the gallows.

"Yen" he began.

"Don't Yen me" she shook her head. "'I'll be two months, four tops.' Its been six months and all I get is a letter saying 'I'm in Toussant, it would be nice if you join me'. I mean, is that it? That all you have to say after six months?!"

"I'm sorry" Geralt bit his lip and looked down, looking like a sad puppy. With a sigh, Yen motioned inside and Geralt followed her. Inside the house, she had taken over the main bedroom and several of her boxes were laid out in the hallway. Ciri was upstairs preparing her bedroom and putting her clothes out to change into after her bath. BB was out back getting the tub ready.

Ciri peeked her head over the banister where she saw Geralt and Yen go into the bedroom and pressed her ear to the floor as she listened to the argument below like a child listening in on their parents.

When Yennifer left, Geralt left it slowly and looked up at Ciri. "Ciri dear, come help me unpack" Yennifer called up and the girl dashed down the stairs to help.

"Interesting isn't it sir? Having someone like her as a Master" BB chuckled as he appeared at Geralt's side.

"She isn't my Master BB" Geralt replied to a chuckling BB.

"Sir, I've served many Lords and Ladies, Masters and Mistresses and I know when I see one" he teased and Geralt let out a small grumble.

Over the next few days, Geralt and Yen started to calm down between each other and the pair began to spend some time together with Ciri. Geralt and Ciri trained together in the forests around the estate and Yennifer went through the small library she brought with Ciri to make sure that she had kept up her studies and knowledge.

Yennifer had calmed down and the pair were sharing some time in the garden on a sofa. Yennifer sprawled out on the sofa while Geralt sat down on the grass before her; his back resting against the single raised arm and back of the sofa. Geralt was reading through a small book while Yennifer read through her own tomb in one hand while playing with his hair with the other.

It was a nice day… it would have continued to be a nice day.

Geralt was knocked back suddenly and knocked over the sofa and Yennifer. The gusting wind hit them like a wall of stone. Geralt jumped up from the floor and stared at the large portal that was flowing out frost.

"The Wild Hunt?" Yennifer stood up and lifted her hand to ready a spell. "I thought we fought them off and they wouldn't do this again?"

Geralt had never let himself be away from a sword and had laid them down on the floor beside the sofa, pulling out a blade and tossing the scabbard to the side; he stared at the portal. "If it is the Wild Hunt, we'll make sure that they don't come back again."

Watching the portal, the frost finally cleared and a figure stood at the portals lip, stepping out like out of a puddle of water. The armoured helmet turned slowly left to right before looking back at the pair of them.

"Humans" the figure growled and he removed his helmet slowly. The frost covered his body from his transit between dimensions. As he removed his helmet, the pair gasped.

"You're not from the Wild Hunt?!" Yennifer gasped but still kept her hands raised and ready to use her magic at him.

"Those elves? No, I am not with them" The figure spoke as he revealed the smooth bald head. His features were humanoid and his ears were normal human ears. "I am what you would call Human. I am from a world similar to this, but Superior to this one" The figure chuckled softly to himself, even without the mask on he was deep voiced and gruff.

"Superior? You look down on us?" Yennifer asked with a taste of disgust in her tone.

"Why yes I do" the man laughed, raising something from his hip and pressing a small latch or recessed button. There was a hum in the air and Geralt felt a tingling on his skin, his medallion was rumbling like crazy.

"Magic" he hissed and Yennifer didn't even wait, she threw her hands forward at the man and yelled "How about this for superior!"

But nothing happened, she stared at her hand and threw it forward again, the figure laughed softly and replaced his helmet. "I am here, for the Swallow"

"Ciri" Geralt hissed and took a step forward. "Get Ciri out of here, I will hold him off"

"Yes…" Yen gasped and turned to go but turned back to Geralt. "Be careful" she kissed his cheek then ran off down the hill.

"Beautiful, shame that was the last kiss you will receive" the man laughed and drew a pair of long swords from its back. "I am the Knight of Far-Lahgral. The Swallow will die for her crimes against my Kingdom, I have hunted her through space and time and now I have found where she cowers"

"You will not get her, I am Geralt of Rivia, and you will not pass me" Geralt snarled, bringing the sword up in a high guard, blade high above his head.

"The White Wolf, she spoke well of you, of your skill. I will end your life just like she ended my loves" The Knight dashed forward and Geralt matched the lunge with his own. The pair fought like dogs as the pair clashed, parrying and slashing. The pair were equal at skill but Geralt knew that the man's strength was superior to his own. The bout must have lasted about ten minutes now as Geralt and the Knight clashed. There was a moment when Geralt thought he had the hand but the Knight simply charged forward and barged the sword aside and shouldered Geralt in the air.

He must have flown a good couple of feet in the air and smashed through the window of the house. Coughing and wincing in pain, Geralt managed to stand up and block the sword coming down on him however he had no good footing and wouldn't last long.

"Geralt!" a cry came and Yennifer jumped into the man, knocking him into the wall and almost taking him out. As he stood up, he slapped her with the back of his gauntlet. Geralt charged, blocked, slashed, blocked and parried before countering to the right and slashing the knight across the chest with his sword. The Knight however had allowed it, he planned on it, watching Geralt pirouette, he slashed Geralt up across the back, sending the Witcher sprawling across the floor.

"Geralt!" Ciri cried, stepping forward. Geralt watched her teleport, fighting the knight who matched her for every slash, he… he had been taunting Geralt, he could have killed him at any time. Groaning, Geralt staggered to the side. Ciri fell beside him, cuts covering her shoulders and arms.

"Geralt!" Yen's voice cried as she was tossed onto a table, the Knight towering over her and smirking through the visored helmet.