I walks down the hall wearing my battle worn crimson armor with rusted golden trims with hint of bloods from long battles and absenting my standard helm and claws due to me being a half-dragon. As you might be aware, my skin is dust blue from being a daughter of an Earth dragon with a human mother, my eyes are shining yellow like a bumblebee that would make anybody of noble jealous of me, and my hairs, due to lack of a helm, are let down and bloody in color, and I twisted it into a ponytail that looks like it's a tail.
I spots a familiar figure, I jogs toward him.
"Lord Jarvan!" I waves as the noble figure grows closer and closer. "Hello Shyvana, how was your day?" He ask. "Excellent! I improved my ability to control the flame breathe from my hand to not harm those innocent. I also found a suspicious massing in the nearby town and confirmed them to be Noxian, and crushed them. I missed a few unfortunately." "That's a good girl." He pats my head gently.
I smiles as if I was given a reward. I glance up to Jarvan, he is wearing his golden crown, with a special brand of powder to make it shine. His shoulder armors are all jagged with black tipped spikes. Two flawless emerald inserted in his crown, and his chest plate that would make even the nobles envious. He is also carrying a sealed scroll in his left hand. He is without his favorite spear however; but that only brings him more nobility of security within the palace.
"I am needed with an affair, I shall see you later, Shyvana." He stated. "Okay! Good day then, Prince." Before turning to leave, I notices Jarvan's smirk, wondering for a bit about it, but I shrug it off.
Later, with a lucky guess I finds my ally and rival at the shooting gallery, and looks around for the sky pest.
Unable to find him, I stare back to Quinn who is practicing her crossbow skill. She's showing her back to me, full of openings and at the same time she well guarded, one could describe such very easily... a blue feather style cape, a silver deattached plate pant, her ash brown hair, which seems longer than usual flow with each shot of a bolt. One could assumes it's because she's not wearing her hawk helm.
I calls to her. "Hey Quinn." My voice was of a girl you might expect from two girlfriends rivalry. "Hello Dragon-girl." She reply with no emotion still shooting at dummy targets.
"Where's that bird of your?" I asked. "Finding his food."
Awkward silence floods the area. Broken with, "I've been meaning to ask you... but were you meeting Lord Jarvan?" "That's a private matter for his ears only." "Is it something important?"
"Yes, regarding a traitor within our ranks." She gives a quick glance at me and I notices it. Why did she just look at me? I thoughts it over and presumed it to be nothing, but lately stranger things happens. One time I saw something different when seeing Jarvan IV fixing his face up in front of a mirror... the reflection in the mirror wasn't Jarvan. Thinking train aside, I asked Quinn, "You know about the rumor between you and Lord Jarvan?" "Which ones?" She responded crudely. "The one where you and...Lord Jarvan... are an item?" I asked with hestitation. "No."
Relieved knowing Jarvan isn't going with this birdbrain, "Then I'll be seeing you later." "Adios..."
I exits the gallery and heads toward my room, but not before noticing Valor has been watching me from a nearby fence post outside the gallery before flying back inside.
As I arrives to my room's door, I finds a note on the door with a dagger stabbing into it. I reads it carefully...
"Upon the third day, the Dragon Girl is hereby condemned by plucking scale off one by one, followed by gallows.
So ordered by King Jarvan the Third.
Reasoning of suspicious activities and found guility."
The note brought a shock to me, I had done nothing wrong or suspicious... then I felt a presence behind me, but I didn't have my gauntlets. A hand is placed on my shoulder from the behind... I recognizes the platings on the hand as the first human I met. "Lord Jarvan..."
With a voice unlike to the earlier that I remember, "I know... you are to flee as of now. Take your weapons, take your belongings, take your feelings. Flee with them all away from here. I will serve them a double and provide you more time to hide. No one are to find you. No one are to harm you. I will buy you as much time as possible, you are my prize. You are my possession, you are to not be ruined."
That speech, it's not Jarvan, I thought to myself, but he was right, I has to flee if the note is real, I can't just stand by and wait to see if it's fake.
"Yes... Jarvan. I will begone by the end of day..." I said while turning to face his prince.
He's still the same from earlier, but he has his favorite spear now.
I then notices a split second smirk from Jarvan the Fourth. That SAME damned smile... He's behind this whole thing, isn't he? If it is the same Lord Jarvan that I knows... then he must wants me gone and be free of a sore. So the rumor about Quinn and him was correct then?
I took off in a swift motion and Jarvan IV drew out his spear and aims for my left hind leg, and threw it, but it barely scratchs me, but the wound cripples my power to use heat to speed forward.
"I wonders how long will it be for you to be captured eh?! Shyvana?" He laughed mockingly, it definitely wasn't the Jarvan I knows. I manages to flee the palace, and the guards recognizes me and shouts for me to stop, and took off chasing after me. My tail-like hairs sway with the wind as I create a great distance between her and the pursuing guards from city of Demacia. I presumes the guards have given up for now and retreated and I sets off on my way.
Few hours later... on an abandoned farmhouse close to the border between Demacia and Noxus. I sits away in stealth unseen from any point in the building but the pathway.
Tending to my wounds, I quietly and briefly mumbles to myself, thinking about what had happened to the old Jarvan I knew. Sniffing an unfamilar smell, I stood up battle-ready.
When I recognize it as an enemy, I leapt for the incoming person prepared for the worse.
"Whoa! WHOA! Cool it there dragon girl!" yelled a hooded man. I stops short before him and recognize him as Talon, The Blade's Shadow of Du Couteau family. He is dressed to kill, but his guard is down, perhaps to convince me he is not an enemy. "...Is that you Talon? Why have you come here? This is none of your personal business." I snaps while holding up my fists preparing to fight.
He empties a bag at my feet... it's my tools of trade... my helm, my battle gauntlets, and some of my personal belongings in a small sack.
"Listen to me, Demacia is in disarray because of a man ploying to overthrow the noble bloodlines and give Noxus more power." ...? What is he talking about? I thought he was crazy, but he is known to be the dark assassin of Noxus's noble, Du Couteau, does this means he's on order from a daughter of their?
"Why are you and Katarina helping me?" "Because She and Garen were working together to find the cause of renegades. Seems you're the next target for their overthrow, I am simply on order from Miss Katarina to help you escape and in hiding for a while." "Hide? Why should I hide if something is out there trying to kill me? I should stand up and face it like Lord Jarvan would!" "And what has happened to this 'Lord Jarvan'?"
I freeze for a second. Knowing something had happened to my noble protector. Why did he change so suddenly? That is the question that haunts me now. "The details are not important, what's important is that you flee for now. I've managed to find a good hideout for you in Frejlord controlled by Ashe's tribe, she is trustworthy as you must know." He then looks up to the doorway, "I hears someone coming, you must depart immediately." I nods and recovers my bag belongings, and put on my helm and claws. I whispers a thank to the man, and leave. Darkness shroud around Talon, as I escapes outside and toward north.