Demacia, one of the most powerful city-states in all of Runeterra. It's golden opulence often blinded the masses to the near hypocritical righteousness of it's leaders. Politics were dirty, even in a morally strict society such as Demacia's. It's near draconian laws kept the masses in check, while any sign of rebellion was quieted with swift prejudice. However, today was a day of joy for the Demacian people, for their prince had finally found himself a wife.
While an unlikely pair, Prince Jarvan had found happiness in the Half-Dragon known as Shyvana. Perhaps he was only marrying her for some kind of strange alliance with the dragons, perhaps it was that thing she did with her tongue, perhaps it was many things, but love was in the air.
Of course to celebrate this matrimony, there would be a great ceremony held within the palace, where all the dignitaries and various other important people would gather to bless the new couple. Gossip was abound of how a half-dragon even wears a dress, would Jarvan wear a suit or his Royal Armor, and how much cake would there be? Of course none of this mattered as the ceremony would be a private one, held within the castle so assassins could not take out the future King and Queen.
