Garen stood in the battlefield, his blade cutting the air as he swinged it and ended two other lives. The bastard sword felt heavy, heaveir than usual as he breathed and exhaled heavily and deeply, almsot as if struggling to just breathe. Three arrows were still in his back and he ripped off the spear piercing his abdomen with a grunt of pain before stagger like a zombie. The pikeman rushed, seeing the mighty of Demacia fall, greedy to take the kill and be the solo surviver of his platoon. With a loud battle cry Garen stood up and spined, avoiding the spear and before long he cut the man in half, losing his balance before collapsing with a loud 'thuck'. Feeling life abandon his body, he fought to breathe, noticing a glimpse of someone rushing towards him. It seemed he would finally perish there. "Ka-Kat...Katarina... forgive me... for I could not... keep my prom..." His eyes closed as life abandoned him.
"GAREN!" The redhead woman rushed to him, alling by his side and crying, slowly pulling out the arrows before rolling him. "NO! No, dont leave me!" She cried while pulling a small bag and dropping one of the two gems in it on her hand. Closing her hand around the magical item she quickly pressed it to his body and closed her eyes, breathing heavily while muttering something. His wounds closed, smoke emanating as if it was burning him.
Garen's body arched as he arched his back, breathing for hair and panting, taking a few times as he gulped and merely stood there, laid down before glance at her, his beloved... the one he had nutrished feelings since their first time on the battlefield. "K-Kat..." His hands cupped her cheeks as he pulled her closer. On instinct she leaned and they both shared a deep and passioante kiss, yet lovely and tender until he was forced to break it togasp of air and smile. "H-how...?"
"The gems." She said, showing the remaining one and closing the bag once more before hug him tightly. "I am not worthy of living withotu you. My crimes are vast and unforgivable. I rather die than live without you..." She spoke and collapsed in tears, face buried to his collarbone.
"Those gems... were for you." He spoke.
"No. My father gave them for me to use. I shall sue them as I see fit." She replied and smiled.
"I'm sorry." He said, cleaning her cheeks from the tears and slowly pushed himself up, standing up with her help and wrapped his arms firmly and tenderlya round her, pressin gtheir frames together before kissing her with all his heart.
Katarina blushed at the kiss, smiling as her hands and arms laced around his neck, sharing their second kiss. "Garen..." She whsipered against his lips. "I..."
"I love you!" Garen cut her and blushed, smiling like an idiot before helding her face in his hands and covering her soft and beautiful skin with mud and blood as he took a deep breathe. "I love you Katarina." He spoke, only using her full first name when he was serious. "Since that first day. Since the day we fought and our blades dances. To that... night only tending wounds and talking, I had been unable to think in someone eles other than you."
"Garen... I can't." She spoke, voice failing and running her hands down his chest, not moving away. She didn't wanted to. "My crimes are far too great. We will never be able to live together..." Her voice failed as she buried her face against his neck.
"Come with me!" He asked. "Come with me to Demacia. I'm sure Jarvan will accept it. And besides, you saved my life. By Demacian law, I own you." He spoke, cupping her cheeks as he stared into the depths of her gorgeous eyes. "Please..."
"I will Garen! I will!" Kata repleid with emotion and once more their lips connected.
Picking up the sword, Garen slowly raised it and sheathe it back before take her hand. "I love you, Kata." He spoke sincerely.
"I love you too, Garen." She repleid as both headed to camp.
