Hey guys, I had this idea while I was at work. Depending on reviews and traffic I'll update it. After I finish writing "I'm a fool" another one of my stories. I just had to get this down before I lost it in the moment. If you want more and like to see it updated, you know what to do review and follows. It lets me know it's something you guys/girls actually want to read it. Thanks!

P.S it takes hours to write a chapter, only a few seconds to leave a review! Edited it, sorry for the lackluster writing. Just was overly excited to post it. Thanks for the reviewer calling me out on it, I should be more conscince on putting out quality work.

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It was his wedding…even Garen couldn't deny his best friend Prince Jarvan IV, to be his best man. He stood there in the palace's grand ball room. Dressed in Demacian blue dress uniform adorned with ribbons, badges, golden buttons and cuffs. He looked across the entrance the other men from the Dauntle's Vanguard parallel to him. Forming a line on both sides of the door as visitors entered the hall.

The floor was shining and bright and polished he could see his reflection as he looked down, he scowl.

I don't want to be here…but I have to know if its true…

He stood there for what seemed hours but it was only mere minutes as guest kept pouring through. As in Demacian tradition they always saved and announced the most important guest for last. He cringed at the thought of having to hear those two names. But after all, he had to know. Was it really true? Were, he and her over?
He looked into the passing guest uninterestingly as one of the court's many squires read the names out laud as each of them entered.

"From, The Fjelord! King Tryndere and Queen Ashe!" The Squire, bellowed. As the crowed excitedly clapped.

Each, name and guest seemed to go about the same to the point of annoying him with anticipation. He held the hilt of his dress sword tightly, bending some of the brass and copper inlays, as he started hearing the squire start calling out the names of the guest who had arrived from Noxus.

He looked over to his right watching as each guest would walk, towards two thrones elevated on a mahogany and gold inlay platform. Where Prince Jarvan and his Princess sat next to each other holding hands and welcoming each guest as they arrived. A palace attendant would quickly walk by and relieve each guest of their gift and place it on a table off to the side. He looked so regal and happy, he envied Jarvan at this moment for he found a happiness, he himself lacked and could not have. The squire's voice shook him from gaze away from Jarvan's direction.

"Introducing from Noxus, Darius! And his fiance! Katarina Du Couteau!"

Garen, chest felt a stinging pain he kept his eyes forward not wanting to scan for her. Eventually there she walked arms locked with Darius. He was dressed in a black tuxedo with red trimming. While she just wore a black gown, the fabric shimmered in the radiant chandelier light. He felt tears swell up but he bit his lip as she walked mere feet from him. Her proud gaze that usually looked up as if she was on top of the world faltered and she looked down as she walked by him. Her, beautiful crimson red hair was the only sight he got of her. He could feel an icy chill run through his bones. To add insult to injury Darius chose this exact moment to pull her tightly next to him. Placing his hand on her waist and laying it on her hip.

Five years..she had strung me along, that should be me at her side. She's dressed in all black as if it's my funeral.

He was glad, that the Noxus guest were either late or decided to miss the wedding ceremony. It would have been insulting for him to have to stand at the alter with Jarvan at his side. While having to look into the crowd imagining Darius and Kat looking at him, as he stood there taunting him. Thinking he was a stupid fool. He wanted to wipe his eyes the thought of her and their past, bringing a small salty tear to his eyes.

"You showed up!" She spoke to him, with a happy and surprised voice.

"When I got a message telling me a time a place to meet with no other detail, I knew it had to be you" He replied, with warmth affection in his eyes.

Reaching to her, pulling her hooded cloak back slowly brushing her hair from her face with the back of his hand. She pressed her face towards his touch.

"It's almost been three years and we keep doing this…" he leaned in kissing her lips softly.

"I need to know…is this all well ever, Kat? I love you…" Looking at her with his soft blue eyes, afraid at what he had said. It took him almost three years to speak those three words.

She looked up at him, with her emerald green eyes, almost in tears. She knew he meant it, but hoped he'd never say it. She loved him too, but she was too dedicated to Noxus to her craft. She kept telling herself, he was just a diversion but she'd never thought it would go further.

"I love you too, Garen. When there's peace….we can be together. I promise you." She spoke words she could not keep, but her heart melted when his eyes met her and he gave her a big smile.

He wrapped his arms around her pulling her, tight against him.

"Since the day I first saw, you I've been mad about you. Your all I think about, I want to spend the rest of my life with you." His voice was soft and joyful as he slowly kissed her neck.

"I'll never leave you, Garen." She moaned at his kisses.

….

He could still remember it, two months ago. Just a few weeks after Noxus and Demacia had decided to call a 15 year peace agreement, he received a letter at his desk. It had the Noxus insignia which sealed it in blood red wax. Typed out, not hand written as if devoid of all emotion.

"It is our Honor to announce to all high ranking Demacian officials, the engagement of Katarina Du Coutea and Daruis, the Hand of Nexus. Wedding date and invitations will follow."

He read it and re-read it. It had to be a joke someone was playing a horrible joke on him. He shook as he read it over and over feeling his heart being ripped from his chest. Until, Lux knocked on his door excitedly proclaiming how she loved weddings. It had become the talk of Valoran, he knew it wasn't true though. How could she throw away five years, after only two months of peace?! The following weeks prior to Jarvan's wedding he had lost weight, became absent minded he felt weak and feeble, with the thought of betrayal constantly in his mind. As if someone was slowly but consistently twisting a dagger into his heart.

"Dauntless Guard! At Ease! Enjoy the festivities!" King Jarvan III announced with a proud and happy voice.

His only son had finally married and he and the queen walked around mingling with guest thanking everyone for coming.

Garen, did the exact opposite. He quickly made his way to a small bar at the end of the ball room and leaned with his back to the crowd. It had been only close to half an hour but he was already on his third glass of Whiskey. He wasn't in the mood to celebrate, the sound of everyone's joyful voice, music and dancing was angering him.

He asked the bar tender for one last drink, if he was going to leave the party early. He wanted to leave it emotionally numbed as possible. As the glass reached his fingers, she walked up next to him. She stood there stiff shoulder adverting her gaze as she looked at the counter.

"Hi…Garen…" Her voice and sultry as ever but it had a forlorn tone to it.

His previous attempts to avoid seeing her, had now been pushed aside by the alcohol. He turned his head and looked at her. She could feel his eyes burning on her. He could feel tears building as his voice started to choke

"So this is what being a fool feels like?….Five years? I almost wish you would of killed me every time you had a chance"

She could hear him take a deep breath trying to compose himself, she was too ashamed of herself to at least look him in the eyes. He forced himself to speak the words he had been thinking since he saw her walk in arm in arm with Darius.

"I loved you more than you'd ever know. I don't ever want to see you." His voice filled with emotion and as he held a drink with one hand he used the back of his free hand to wipe his tears away.

Forcing a fake smile upon his face, he made his way away from the crowd, trying to avoid eyes of the people, who he feared were suspicious of his and Kat's previous involvement. Feeling as if all eyes were on him, he walked as quickly as possibly to the edge of the dance hall. He found an exit to a hall towards his office about a 20 second walk from the ball room. He could still hear the sound of the music blaring as sat down couch in an empty office and he started to weep.

…..

She had been walking around the party, keeping her composure. This had to be the worst day of her life but she had her duty to do. She didn't really know many of the guest and felt a lone and distant, she looked for a familiar face and saw Garen alone at the bar. She saw Katarina walking up to him, it was an open secret among those who knew him that he was madly in love with her. The series of events had to be killing him. She watched as both of them averted each other's gaze, before he turned and spoke to her. She saw him lose his composure and walked away with tears in his eyes and disappeared down a hall. She decided to follow him.

She made her way down the dimly lit hall slowly opening each office until she found the one he had been sitting in. He sat there, in the dark crying. He looked up at her as she walked and sat down next to him and hugged him tightly.

"It's okay…. I'm sorry" she spoke softly holding him tight and rubbing his back.

"Shyvanna, I feel so stupid. I loved her so much, I feel betrayed. Five years of my life wasted"

He rested his head on his shoulder.

"I know that feeling too well Garen." Her voice trying to hide her emotions but Garen picked up on it.

"That should be up there next to him. You loved him and he caved into pressure and turned his back on you"

She softly nodded agreeing with him.

"I envy him, Jarvan."He sat up straight next. Facing Shyvana's gaze.

"How so?" She tilted her face, questioning her draconian eyes changing from a golden hue to magenta with curiosity.

"He had everything, I never wanted that. But he had you, you were loyal through all the ridicule everyone put you through. No matter how much his love and show of affection for you faltered you staid next tom him, your everything anyone would want. Loyal, smart….and beautiful."

The alcohol had removed Garen's inhibitions and he had known Shyvana since she arrived with Jarvan to Demacia. She truly was all he said, but he loved Katarina so he never pondered much on Shyvanna, besides she was Jarvan's secret girl friend. Yet, he'd always found her attractive. A strong warrior with pale white skinned that turned light blue as she became closer to her dragon form, and a richer brighter fiery red hair when compared to Katarina's. He's longing for Katarina and pain had caused him to subconsciously cup Shyvana's face with both hands rubbing her cheek's softly with his thumbs.

"He's such a fool" He spoke softly, looking her in her soft eyes. As they changed colors.

"You are everything a woman would want, loyal, head strong, a charming gentleman, a woman would be lucky to mate with such a specimen. She is obviously…how do you full human's say…a bitch?" Her mastery of human mannerism since her time In Demacia was endearing to Garen.

He found himself leaning in closer to her compliments and her breathing had slowed. He closed his eyes and their lips met. Shyvanna was taken by surprise but she didn't stop him. Jarvan's announcement that he would marry had shattered her, but she did keep her promise to be part of Royal Guard but he had broken his promise to her. "I'll always find a way to be with you, no matter what. I love you Shyvanna" His lies stung deeply.

She had felt so alone and unwanted and Garen's touch warmed her skin.

She found herself moaning softly as her chest rose and fell softly as Garen softly kissed her neck moving to her ear whispering sweet nothings.
"your so beautiful", "he's so foolish", "you have an amazing body" all brought a smile to her face. As he ran his hands up and down her toned sides.

She found herself on her back pressed against the couch under him. His weight pressed against her was welcoming, it had been months since she found out about Jarvan's wedding and she had refused his advancements. Her thoughts of anger and pain were interrupted as she felt Garen's lips press against hers tightly. She opened her mouth to greet his tongue. She started breathing harder at his passionate advance.

Her presence at the wedding was more for show since Jarvan's father would not allow her around during his courting of the new princess. She had decided to wear a simple red dress.

She was surprised to feel Garen's strong hands reach under her hem and she felt him tare her undergarment. She was hesitant at first but, they both were in pain and it had been so long, lust over took them. She found herself wrapping her legs around his waist and adjusting herself to his weight. He looked down at her, his soft blue eyes filled with passion for passion they both have been missing.

"I meant everything I said about you, you are beautiful and loyal" he spoke out softly as if asking her permission.

She nodded softly. As she felt Garen slowly lower himself into her and she gasped as their bodies met.

There was no going back.

….

He laid on top of her, his head resting on her chest. She ran her fingers through his short brown hair. He sat up and looked at her. Her red hair was a mess as it clung to the sweat on her face. He smiled at her, unsure how to react. She smiled back but he could tell she was nervous, was it regret? Garen, felt guilty about making feel as if she regretted what they've done.

"I'm not sorry and I don't regret what we did, you're the first good thing I've had in a long time." His voice was trying to give off an assuring tone.

She looked up at him blushing and then sat back up, pulling the straps of her dress on her shoulders ones more. But she had her hands on her knees almost nervously trembling. He had to admit for such a fierce warrior she turned into a shy little girl when it came to romance.

"stay with me tonight…."the words escaped his mouth but he spoke them confidently.

"What about Jarvan, his your friend and…?"her voice unsure

Garen reached for her, one arm around her shoulders the other one to her face and gave her a long passionate kiss. This kiss was one as he was claiming her for himself, a physical "fuck you" to Jarvan and Katarina. He could feel her melt under his touch. She tasted of cinnamon and cloves and she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and wouldn't let him pull back for air. So he kept kissing her a few seconds longer, until he had to push her away harder to gasp for air.

"I'm guessing that's a yes?" he raised an eyebrow at her with a smile.

This had been happiest he'd seen her since she found out about Jarvan's engagement. She nodded with a big smile.

"I'd like that."