Garen bit his lip, taking a deep breathe as he walked with Katarina, both slowly approaching the camp where Jarvan and the rest of his troops were. As they approached all stares focused on them as Garen and Katarina were holding hands, fingers interlaced. Katarina pressed herself to him, hugging his arm as if fearing soemthing would go wrong and they would never again be able to be together.
"Anyone who dares raise a weapon shall find out first hand why I'm the Mighty of Demacia!" Garen spoke, moving his free hand to the bastard sword's handle as even some of his men, men that had fought along side him, seemed confused and enraged by seeing the redhead.
"Garen, I love you." Katarina said once more, clinging to him. "My crimes are far too many..."
"By Demacia law you saved my life. I won't let anyone harm you." He spoke while stopping and cupped her cheek, smiling a bit as he cleaned some of the mud and blood he had covered her with due his hands and pecked the other cheek; a kiss on the lips would be too folish despite the fat they were already holding hands and acting like lovers. With that they entered the tent, side by side.
Jarvan stopped what he was doing, looking at him with a confused look on his face.
"The battle is own, Jarvan." He spoke politely before biting his lips, taking a breathe and looked at Kata. "I... I have a favor to ask. She saved my life."
katarina stood quiet, holding his arm and hoping they could finally be together. She couldnt ever return. Swain would have her killed.
"Garen, I can't. Her crimes... she will be in jail. Tomorrow we shall decide her fate."
"Jarvan! Please! I will vow for her. She will be my responsibility." He begged.
But the Prince was already shaking his head even before he had finished and gave the sign. In the next seconds ten soldiers quickly entered the tent, pulling her away.
"NO! You can't!" He shouted, turning and puncing the first one while trying to reach her, throwing other two to the ground as he used only his body to make way. Before long, the back of his head was hit by Jarvan' spear and he lsot conscious. The last thing he heard was Katarina' scared scream. "GAREN!".
Katarina was taken to the jailhouse and locked in one of the dungeons. She had been allowed to keep her weapons but ten heavily armored guards would be watching her all time. Alone, chained to the wall, all she could hope was that Garen could save her. All she hoped, was for him not to die. If the worst was to happen, she would rather die alone than see him perish beside her.
Garen suddenly woke up, breathing heavier as he looked around, noticing he was in his room. The back of his head still hurted and as if waking from a nightmare he kicked the sheets away, stumbling before open the door and exit his room in the Palace. "Capt..." The man by his room tryied to stop him but the warrior pushed him away and walked staight to the Council's Chamber.
"I demand to enter!" Everyone on the Chmber heard his voice before he burst in, tossing the spear down as four guards laid behind him, definitely in pain. "You have NO RIGHT!" He shouted at Jarvan, walking straight to him but stopping a couple steps away.
In the chamber were Jarvan, Lux, Xin, Shyvana, Galio, Poppy, Kayle and Quinn, among even other champions and members of the War Council and Institute. In one corner Garen swear to see Darius with a smile on his face, only there as ambassador of Noxus.
"She will pay for her crimes! We will execute her tomorrow." Jarvan spoke calmly.
"You can't! I saved you! She saved me! By Demacian law..."
"SHE IS NOT A CITIZEN OF DEMACIA! Thus Demacian Law does not appply for her. She is to executed tomorrow and I, Prince Jarvan the Forth forbid you of seeing her. Garen Crowngaurd, you are here by confined to your chambers. Any attempt of leaving and I shall execute you along side her tomorrow morning!" He spoke with a firm voice before turning around. "Katarina DuCouteau's execution shall be tomorrow by sunrise."
Garen had his fists clenched, knuckles of the fingers white. Everyone knew he was about to punch Jarvan but controling him. Truth be told, Jarvan coudln't entirely be mad at him if he did, however an act of agression towards the Prince would be a crime. Garen shouted like a mad man before turning around, quickly escorted by the soldiers.
However before he left, Xin had merely gave him a look Garen knew all too well. It had been the look he had when rescuing Jarvan. Somehow, as Garen walked over to his room and heard the door being locked down, he hoped all would go well.
In her cell, Katarina's hair covered her face. Her eyes closed, curled up on a fetal position. The news of her execution had reached her and now she was crying, not for herself, but for what Garen could do. It seemed that, before dying, her last crime would be cause Garen to also lose his life to save her; and for that she could not forgive herself.