Chapter 3
Before I start, thank you so much for reading! This is my first fan-fiction ever so of course, it will have typos, so please correct me, and it really helps. It takes me two to three days to update so please be patient, I also have a lot of homework to do, but it never stops me from updating! And people have been asking me about the Jarvan's marriage. Why Fiora, they asked. One person asked why not Sona? Okay here's my explanation:
1) Since Sona was adopted and she originally from Ionia, I don't think she would be a good candidate for Jarvan, since she isn't pure Demacian and have any blood connection to the Buvelle family. And she's only famed for her music and she can't even talk (that is what her lore said). Okay, okay. I'm not insulting Sona or anything (in fact, she's my favourite support to play with. I even have her Arcade Sona skin…), I just think she's isn't a good candidate for Jarvan IV. I'm sorry. Poor Sona, she needs some love.
2) I'm sort of tired of Jarvan and Lux. I think Lux would look a million times better with Ezreal, LuxXEzreal for the win 3 And besides, Garen and Jarvan IV are bros, I don't think Garen wants his best friend to touch his little sister… If you know what I mean, even though Lux is one of the best candidates for Jarvan in a lot of summoners' eyes, I don't think they look adorable due to their age gap. Now I'm not saying older men can't date younger women, I just think it doesn't look right, I just think they look unfit together. And Jarvan X Lux shippers, I'm sorry, I like Ezreal X Lux more. Dear Mordekaiser, how much I ship them. 3
3) Shauna Vayne is one of the strongest candidates in this competition, why? Because one, she is from a noble family, two, she's Demacian, and three, she is a great fighter. However, due to her childhood, she lost her family and lost all her emotions. So, she isn't the loving wife type. And of course, the prince must have children and… Well, yeah, I think you get the point.
4) According to the lore, the Laurent house was wrecked because of Fiora's father (who put poison in his opponent's drink). And of course, Fiora wants the Laurent's fame back, so if she gets married to the prince, the fame of the Laurent house will come back. And since she wasn't the one who ruined the reputation of the Laurent house, so I think she's a good candidate.
And of course, if you want to debate with me, I have no problem replying and debate, just leave a message and comment. I would be more than happy to reply.
I hope you enjoy and continue reading.
Thank you very much and I hope to see you again,
Chromyx.
"How are you feeling Shyvana?" Garen asked, helping Shyvana out of the infirmary a few days after his talk with the prince.
"I'm fine. My head still hurts, but I'll live another day." Shyvana answered, rubbing her head as she followed Garen's path through the loud Demacian streets.
The kids were having fun, playing hopscotch and throwing rocks at each other, laughing. Women were socializing about the Demacian news as their husbands were at the bar, getting drunk.
"I heard the prince is finally getting married," One woman said to her friends, which caught Shyvana's attention. "Guess who is it?"
"Who?" They asked, pumped up. Shyvana paused, turning her head to the direction of the chattering women.
"Fiora Laurent!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold your horse! Didn't her father ruin the reputation of the Laurent family?" One said, curious.
"Apparently, the great Jarvan III wanted her to become Jarvan's wife!"
Shyvana stopped and her world became empty. Her heart slowly shattered into shards of depression. Garen noticed Shyvana pausing on her spot as he walked toward her.
"Is there something wrong?" He asked, confused.
Shyvana didn't answer, raging within her and was about to passionately morphed into a dragon. Garen noticed Shyvana's skin was changing into scales and jumped.
"No, no, no! Don't morph!" Garen warned. "You're going to kill everyone here. Calm down."
Shyvana looked at Garen; eyes of a dragon replaced her usual pink-ish eyes. She closed her eyes and tried to calm down in front of the Demacian crowd. Slowly, she forgot about Jarvan and the woman named Fiora and stopped her transformation and converted back into a human.
"Welcome back." Garen greeted.
"Thanks…" Shyvana muttered as Garen continued walking towards the end of the street. Shyvana followed as Garen took a right turn. Of course Shyvana followed as it lead to the outskirts of Demacia.
"Why are we so far out?" Shyvana asked, upset.
"Your home is here, be grateful that Prince Jarvan didn't arrange a home for you within the center of the Demacian streets," Garen started, walking through the meadow fields. "I promise you that you would a bad time sleeping there, it's always so quiet and hot there. Instead the prince hired men to make you a house out there with electricity… everything. I haven't seen the prince done this for anyone. You're a lucky dragon, Shyvana. I seem that Jarvan has an eye for you."
"Jarv- I mean, Prince Jarvan did that?" Shyvana asked, in shocked, racing her hand through the beautiful flowers.
"Of course he did." Garen exclaimed, rather loud. He pointed at a hill and continued talking. "Over the hill is your house."
Shyvana nodded and continued walking, up the small hill. On the top of the hill she sees a beautiful small house, with a river alongside the house. Shyvana gasped in excitement and skidded down the hill and rushed to the house. With a click, Shyvana opened the beautiful house, amazed of the size.
"I got to thank Jarvan for this…" Shyvana muttered as she turned to Garen who was staring at her. With something silver in Garen's hand, he tossed the silver substance to Shyvana. With quick reflexes, she caught it and opened her hand.
"Keys," Garen explained. "Jarvan wanted me to give them to you. If you see him, tell him you said thank you."
"I know, I will." Shyvana replied, staring at the beautiful decorations on the walls.
Garen took a deep breath and started talking. "Come to my house tomorrow."
Shyvana turned around, confused. "Say what?"
"Come to my house tomorrow," Garen repeated. "I'm going show you around Demacia and possibly train you."
"I don't need the training-" Shyvana started.
"Maybe you don't," Garen stated. "However you still need to know your way around Demacia. I can't be your map forever."
Shyvana sighed, "Alright. Where's your house anyway?"
"My sister will pick you up tomorrow. Wake up early tomorrow. Her name is Luxanna, blonde hair, blue eyes and has a sunshiny personality. You can't miss her. Farewell Shyvana." Garen stepped back, and closed the door, walking back to the Demacian square.
"Bye." Shyvana whispered, placing the keys on the oak table in the middle of the living room. She looked to her left and found three more doors. She opened the first one and found a queen-sized bed at the corner as the lavender sheets matched with the silver wallpaper. She found a closet and opened it, revealing new expensive-looking clothing nicely stacked. She took a black skirt out and found a matching blouse for it. She quickly stripped off her armour and changed. As she tossed her armour on the floor, she sat on the bed, amazed by the comfort. She then noticed a note on the night-stand, alongside was a velvet bag. She picked the note up and began to read.
Dear Shyvana,
I assume you're enjoying your new home. And now, if you open the bag, you'll find some money so you can support yourself a bit. If you need anything, tell me or come to the manor. I'll be waiting.
Take care,
Jarvan IV.
P.S. I assume Garen is treating you well?
P.P.S. I hope you wear those clothing I chose for you, I think you would adorable in them.
Shyvana bit her lip as the colour red formed across her face. Her heart started beating hard, she assumed it that she just tired and needed some sleep. So she threw her blanket over her head and drowsed off in her memories.
"I told you Shyvana, I need to leave." Her father scolded at his daughter.
"Father, I don't want to leave you; you're the only family member I have left! I don't want to lose you!" Shyvana wailed, grabbing her father's hand.
"Let go, Shyvana," the dragon hissed, pushing her away. "I'm doing this for your own good. Your mother would want the same thing!"
Slowly, Shyvana let go of her father's hand, falling to her knees, crying with agony. As the dragon saw what he has done, he quickly approached Shyvana and hugged her.
"I'm sorry," He whispered. "I'm doing this for your safety."
"W-Will you come back?" Shyvana asked with hope.
"I don't know Shyvana, either way; I'm still going to love you." Her father answered, with a tone of sadness. "And remember this, when you find true love, like how I fell in love with your mother, you'll have a true family. Remember what I said Shyvana, you will need it. Farewell, I hope to see you again, my beautiful child." He placed a soft kiss on his daughter's forehead and morphed into a dragon. His body expanding as his skin changed into red scales. His wings spread out as he flew into the air.
Shyvana started crying once more, waving good bye. In the middle of her wave of farewell, a drake flew from the middle of nowhere and pounded her father while he started to take off.
"Father!" Shyvana yelled out, running toward her father's fight.
"Fa… Father…" Shyvana whimpered, in her sleep, covering her eyes with her arm as she cried. Shielding her eyes from the natural light of the sun, she got up and removed her arm, revealing her eyes to the world. Suddenly, she saw a girl with blonde hair sitting on her bed, smiling. She screamed and jumped out off the bed.
"Good morning, Shyvana!"
"Who the hell are you? How the hell did you get in?" Shyvana yelled.
The blonde girl tilted her head and sighed. "The front door was wide open!" She stated, giggling like a child. "Oh? Garen didn't tell you that I'm coming? Aw man, that's sad. I'm Lux, by the way!"
Shyvana exhaled and grabbed her armour on the floor. "He told me, but he wasn't specific." Shyvana replied.
"You don't need it," Lux stated, staring at her clothing. "You look fine, in fact, you look cute! I can do your hair if you want." Lux offered.
Shyvana looked at Lux and nodded. Lux jumped in glee and asked Shyvana to sit down on her bed. As Lux combed her hair with a brush found in bathroom.
"So, do you like your home?" Lux suddenly asked.
"I guess so…" Shyvana muttered, uncomfortable talking to the Demacian prodigy.
Lux giggled once more, and jumped to her feet as she finished Shyvana's hair. It was plain straight as Lux showed her masterpiece to Shyvana as they made their way to bathroom, looking at the mirror. Shyvana gave a small smile to Lux.
"I look so different." Shyvana stated.
"But you look so pretty! Jarvan would love it!" Lux blabbed out.
Shyvana twisted her head toward Lux. "Jarvan?"
"You know, the prince~" Lux chirped out like a child.
"I know that, but…" Shyvana voice trailed off.
"Come on! Whenever he's with me, he always talks about this amazing dragon." Lux said, jumping around.
"H-He did?"
Lux nodded and laughed. "Do I lie?"
"I don't know, do you?"
"Shyvana," Lux started. "He really loves you; I guess that's why he's going to marry Fiora, so you can be safe from his father…"
Shyvana eyes glared. "What?" He exclaimed. "What? Why is he doing that?"
"Well, my educated guess is that if the King knew that Jarvan has feelings for you, he would probably exile you from Demacia and possibly kill you," Lux explained. "Demacia is strict when it comes to marriage."
"B-But I don't want Jarvan to go do something that he doesn't desire!" Shyvana cried out, falling to her knees.
"You can do something about the marriage; however it can kill you and possibly drive Jarvan into depression, like how Corin Reveck turned out to be after his daughter Orianna, died. And then he created a replacement-"
"Okay!" Shyvana interrupted, grabbing the keys and stuffing it her pocket. "No need to hear that!"
"But it can happen!" Lux exclaimed as Shyvana pushed her out of the house, locking the door.
"Let's think of the positive side." Shyvana suggested as Lux raced through the meadows. Despite her childish personality and age, Lux thinks like a wise woman in her 40's.
"Alrighty then~" Lux chanted, running to the heart of Demacia, the loud streets and mortal humans scattered around them. Lux grabbed Shyvana by the hand and dragged her to the other side of Demacia.
Lux knocked on the door of the Crownguard house and with a click, Garen was there, giving Shyvana and Lux a glare.
"Hey Garen, I'm back with Shy!" Lux yelled out, smiling.
"Hey, my name is Shyvana, I don't like nicknames." Shyvana commented as he stared at Garen's clothing. Despite, Garen's armour, he was wearing a baggy shirt, jeans and plain sneakers, carrying his sword around.
"You look nice," Garen commented at Shyvana. "You actually look like a female."
"Is that an insult?" Shyvana asked, frowning.
"How should I know?" Garen commented.
"You said that I actually look like a female," Shyvana reminded, looking down at her flats. "Just to let you know, I've always looked like a female. And I-"
"The sky is so pretty~" Lux interrupted, smiling. She twirled around in her blue dress as she looked up to the bright rays of the sky.
"Random, but it's true," Garen said, agreeing with his younger sister. 'Let's get going, we don't have all day."
"Alright…" Shyvana muttered as Lux started running all over the place.
As they walk through the streets. Shyvana started to think about how great civilizations are these days. Despite her thoughts about humans being useless, she was inspired by the buildings, markets and clothing.
"It's nice…" Shyvana muttered.
"I'm glad you like it." Garen muttered back. Suddenly, he turned back.
"Hmm, Garen, what is it?" Lux asked, concerned.
"I think someone's tailing us." Garen muttered.
"Are you sure?" Shyvana asked, rolling her eyes.
"I'm not certain…" Garen began, walking toward an alleyway. "But I just that feeling…"
Shyvana and Lux shrugged and followed Garen through an alley way. As the light of the sun faded in the shadows, they spotted that the alley was a dead end.
"You see," Lux stated. "There is nothing-"
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" A voice called out.
The three Demacian turned to find them in a bad situation. Five men surrounded them, wearing suits. They looked like they're from a mafia.
"Garen and Luxanna Crownguard, what a surprise," The shortest men, with a cigar, said. Shyvana assumed he was the leader. The man turned to Shyvana and smirked. "Why hello there, what's your name?"
"Don't answer." Garen interrupted, drawing his sword out.
"Now, now, Mr. Crownguard, we don't want to fight." The stubby leader said, kneeling down and grabbed Shyvana's foot. With a quick flick, he took off Shyvana's flat and raced his hands on Shyvana's soft skin. Shyvana quickly flicked her foot back and forth, hoping for him to let go of her foot. "What lovely skin. You'll be quite the woman for me."
"Ewww, he's touching her!" Lux wailed out to her brother.
The one with the most muscles walked up and dragged Lux by the hair, with her brother gasping.
"Lux!"
The leader stared at Lux and gave a pedophile face. "She's has a nice face; she'll be quite the sex slave."
"Don't you dare talk about my sister like that!" Garen snapped, with guns pointing at him.
"I just did." The leader cackled a sinister laugh, giving a signal to take Garen away from the alley.
"Hey." Shyvana said, plainly.
The stubby man turned to her, "Oh? Do you want to play with me?"
Shyvana smirked as her body changed shape. "Sure." Her voice changed, into a deep and static tone. And before long, Shyvana morphed into a dragon.
Everyone looked at her with fear, except Lux, Garen and the Mafia Boss.
"Ha! That's how I like it! Feisty and sexy." The ugly, short man said.
"Let's play!" Shyvana encouraged, thrusting her head at the Boss. With a quick flick on her finger the boss flew back to a building, bricks falling on him after his collision. With the response of the half-dead boss, the mafia started to shoot Shyvana with heavy bullets; Shyvana laughed and blocked all the bullets with ease. She stormed off to the four other men and whammed them all into a building. All of them were half dead. Shyvana threw herself back and started to laugh. Slowly, her body morphed back, when the transformation is done, she reached her flat and stormed off.
Meanwhile
The duelist sat down as the butler poured warm tea in the sapphire encrusted teacup in front of her. She thanked him as he poured tea in Jarvan's cup.
Fiora pressed her lips against the cup, sipping the hot drink and slowly placing it back on the saucer.
The butler bowed gracefully and left the dining hall, leaving the kettle on the table.
"Prince Jarvan, I have waited for your proposal. Your father said you were more than excited to see me right now… But to me, I don't seem you look like it." The duelist said in her heavy accent.
"Please forgive me, Fiora. I'm feeling ill today." The prince muttered, quietly.
"Ah, I see, a good night sleep will help soothe the illness." Fiora suggested.
"I'll keep that in mind, thank you." Jarvan thanked the Laurent woman.
"However," Fiora said, her voice was stern and serious. But her accent made it less serious. "This is nothing related to romance or any those 'Lovey Dovey' crap. It's for alliance and I'm doing this for the Laurent family, to regain its fame and loyalty back."
"I understand, like how Queen Ashe and King Tryndamere are right now. Am I correct?"
"My dear prince," Fiora said. "You catch on pretty quick."
"Perhaps, you stay long enough and you find the good side of me and start to fall in love with me." He joked.
Fiora gave him a glare along with a laugh. "Perhaps," She repeated, pausing for a moment, taking a drink of tea, and continuing. "But of course, you already love someone else." She added with touches of envy within.
Jarvan's throat clogged. "… What do you mean by that, Miss. Laurent? Or Should I say, Mrs. Lightshield?" He joked once more.
Fiora laughed once more and continued answering Jarvan. "You know… That dragon that you rescued about a month ago, what's that dragon's name? Shurelya?"
"Ah yes, Shyvana," Jarvan said, acting like she's no big deal to him. "She's an excellent fighter. And I think her services to Demacia will be remarkable."
"You are right; she's an excellent fighter, even regardless of her injuries all over her body." Fiora complimented in a half-bored tone.
"I'll send Shyvana your praise." Jarvan started.
"Please do, that would be… lovely." She stands up and stared at the prince and gave him a soft smile. "I shall be going. And oh yes, Jarvan dear, is Shyvana going to join the League?"
He tilted his head. "I… never thought of that," He answered. "I'll ask her soon."
"Great," Fiora said. "One more Demacian in the League, it's a good thing. Farewell, my future husband." Fiora stood up and left the dining hall. The butler bowed to her as she departed. As Jarvan ordered the butler to clean up the dining hall, he went straight for his room and sighed.
"How did I get into this mess?" Jarvan huffed out, stressed. As Jarvan flopped on his bed, a knock was on the door. Jarvan sat up properly.
"Enter."
The door opened and Garen was at the door.
"Oh Garen, I didn't expect it to be you. What can I do for you?" Jarvan greeted, he paused. "Wait a minute; aren't you going to show Shyvana the places in Demacia or something?"
"Well… about that," Garen started. He gulped. "Shyvana, she sort of… Well…"
"What is it? Spit it out!" Jarvan commanded.
"Well, while we're walking through the square, a few men took interest in Shyvana and started to ask her 'how much is she'. Shyvana got pissed when they tried to look under her skirt and then she tossed them through an alley way and beat the hell out of them… And then one of them almost took Shyvana's skirt down-"
"I've heard enough," Jarvan halted, not wanting to hear about Shyvana's body. "Conclusion?"
"The men are half dead and Shyvana fled the scene, extremely pissed."
"Well that escalated quickly," Jarvan said, sighing. "Let's go find her."
"As you wish, my lord."
