As he made his way down the palace gardens, the guards protecting the palace looked in fear and disgust at the Prince's personal guard. Shyvana, the half dragon, was a creature with a dragon for a father and a human for a mother.
The both of which were killed off for loving each other. In the battlefield she fights with rage and anger, fueling her thirst for vengeance on the people who wronged her family.
However this cold blooded and hostile demeanor is lost when in the presence of the Prince of Demacia. Her pale-blue skin and powerful stance brings shutters to most, except for the prince. The only man who has shown no fear towards her since the day they first met. This brought a sense of duty and trust to shyvana. As his guard she had to be near him at all time of the day.
Due to this the two became close fairly quickly, more than employer and employee. They were friends albeit, not too close. They grew closer with each passing day, with Jarvan subtly teasing her. When he did shyvana would always blush slightly. They acted like this only when the two were alone, so most were unaware of this relationship, if they were it would spark huge debates on the Prince's own judgement.
Since loving a dragon never ended well, like the case of shyvana's mother. This acted as a slight deterrent to Jarvan, who did have feelings for her. The same problem faced shyvana, she was distraught by the thought of such an obstacle in her way. One that she could not overcome with fiery fury. This only fueled the fire of their love, for neither would back down.
"Shyvana!, I am in need of some assistance!" Jarvan shouted from inside his room.
As she entered the display of his golden armor caught her eye, next to it was his king sized bed, fitted with a red silk cloth blanket and translucent golden curtains on each side. She made a left towards his study area, a large personal library of story and history books.
"You called for me my prince?" Shyvana asked in a calm and noble-like tone.
"Yes, I need some help with this passage, you see, I am not very fluent in...well...dragon….I was hoping for you to translate this for me" Jarvan asked of her kindly. (Luckily her father taught her how to speak and read draconic words before his tragic fate.
"Of course my prince, which passage? There are thousands in this book" she asked in a questioning voice.
"This one here, the chapter is about ancient draconic battles, I want to see if I can use learn from their battles"
"Well this line talks about General Aracord, it says that he was the one who let the first draconian army against the ancient dragon slaying clans"
"Hmm, does it say any specific details?" Jarvan asked politely.
"Yes, in the next line it speaks of him being a large, muscular grey dragon, he was also very cunning and had an incredible mind for war, the most respected and powerful general of his time and commanded the greatest draconian army in the history of dragon kind". She said in awe of Aracord's achievements.
"His achievements go on and on, It is almost like a book all about him!" She said with a surprised tone.
"But it only goes for a page or two?" Jarvan jokingly explained.
"Well….you are correct there my prince…" Shyvana sighed with her hands on her hips, tilting her head down at an angle.
"Anything else that you see?" Jarvan asked.
"...a good looking prince…" she mumbled under her breath.
"Sorry i didn't quite catch that, could you say it again please?" Jarvan said with a smile on his face.
"Oh I did not say anything, you must be hearing things...my prince" She said looking away from him, slightly blushing.
Jarvan chuckled a little, followed by shyvana jokingly dramatically looking away at him, hands crossed. He started laughing louder, followed by shyvana breaking her usual calm stance, bursting into laughter with him.
"Oh-yeah, I almost forgot to give this to you" Jarvan says while reaching into his biggest drawer at the bottom of his desk.
Jarvan then hands her a gift wrapped in leather. It was heavy and in the shape of a large oval-ish shape. As she opened it a she shined a tiny smile at Jarvan.
"A pair of gauntlets?" She said with a hint of excitement.
Jarvan replied "I had a pair made and delivered from the royal armory, it's specially made for you"
"Thank you my prince, is it okay if I put it on now?" she asked with a small hint of joy.
He calmly spoke "No, no you cannot….. for now at least".
Shyvana looked puzzled as she asked:
"If it is okay with you, may I ask why I cannot?"
He replied "Since you have to wait for the rest of your armor to arrive, it should be no longer than half a day from now"
Her face lit up, as if she was a christmas tree. She was so happy that the prince gave her a present, even if it was meant for battle, she would love it. She was so enthralled that she lept and hugged jarvan as he sat in his chair, shocked and pleasantly surprised.
"Shyvana? W-what are you doing?" He asked in a shaky voice, unlike his regular self.
"OH MY!" she bursted out as she stood back up quickly, followed by:
"I very sorry about that my prince!
" she exclaimed in an embarrassed voice, while looking directly downwards trying to hide her blushing face.
"My joy just got the better of me.." she apologised as she took a kneeled down.
"Umm, why are you kneeling? I just asked you a question, 'what are you doing' I never said kneel or for that matter, for you to jump off of me" he assured her, calming her down as he gave her a heartfelt smile.
"I...I...I do not...know what to say…" She said with a shy voice as her face lit bright red.
"Do not worry, it is fine shyvana" he calmly told her, "Besides, there's no harm from that action now is there?" He asked smiling.
With a soft voice, she answered: "Well I…...suppose so…"
As they continued translating and studying the passages, they encountered a name that shocked shyvana.
"Ok...I think I can try translating this part on my own"
"It looks like you learn quickly" She joyfully told him (nvm i like.)
"Did I say it right?" He asked her, until noticing that her face suddenly became filled with disbelief.
"Shyvana?...Are you okay?".
"…." She looked palely at the pages of the old book.
"Shyvana?" He asked her again.
"...the general of the dragon kin of the old ages...The one who mentored my father back when he was young...and the person who helped my father's murderer".
"Who? Shyvana what's wrong? Are you okay?" He politely asked, being careful not to upset her.
"He was one of the most fearsome generals in the history of dragon kind, he took many soon to be warriors under his wing, including my father" She answered with a monotone voice.
Shyvana added after a brief pause: "My father said that they were quite close to each other, almost to best friends"
"I see….then why did he turn on your father?" Jarvan asked, noticing that she was not listening to his questions before.
"Because, like many other dragons, he was appalled by the thought and believed that it was treason to love a human, since so many of us before had been hunted down and killed for sport by your kind" She answered with a hint of anger.
"Would he go that far, as to help slay his own friend?" He asked her, slightly relieved that she answered him.
"Apparently so…" She replied.
"Perhaps we should skip this part and move on to a different passage or would you like to stop for now?, we could do this another time if you want" He asked her, trying to relieve her stress.
"Yes...I think that would be for the best..Thank you my prince" she told him, smiling at the thought of his kindness.
He smiled back at her nodding slightly as he stood up and started walking to the door of the study room. Half way he gestured for her to follow him, as his guard she followed as ordered.