Iorveth was filled with cold rage. The unexpected attack from the Blue Stripes taken aback to him and in the thick of the battle he couldn't save you. You were a prisoner and the fact that you were rotting in one of the cells of the Vizima caused an itch in his body, a growing anger that they had taken what belonged to him. He couldn't find peace for himself. If people say that love is a weakness and pushes people to rash actions, then he has made of his feelings a force to be reckoned with.

Iorveth made his way to the swamps where he joined forces with the commander of another squad, Yaevinn. Both worked on the plan from different motives but for a common goal. The capital was on fire, and the inhumans from their area rebelled after them. The guards and knights were torn apart by the rebel attack and rebellion. Rivers of blood, screams and corpses filled the streets.

You barely remembered how he broke into the prison, leaving a cruel trail behind him and freed you. You woke up later, in the swamps. The swamp was a mysterious and enchanting place, filled with twisting vines, murky waters, and the haunting call of unseen creatures. The air was thick with the heavy scent of decay, mingling with the sweet fragrance of wild flowers that grew in abundance along the water's edge. Twisted trees loomed overhead like sinister sentinels, their gnarled branches reaching out to ensnare the unwary traveler. Iorveth was nearby, by the campfire and turned his head sharply to you when he heard that his beloved had woken up.

"Hmm, so this is what a woman looks like because of whom you lost all common sense and absorbed half of the capital in blood," Yaevinn said thoughtfully and distantly, sitting next to him.