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Katarina walked into the house of Du Couteau, smelling the woodsy scent that she so loved and grew up with. She was on permanent leave from the League and it was time to relax... and to investigate her father's disappearance. She walked into her father's room, touching the chair that he so loved to lounge in while chatting with her. She slowly surveyed the armchair, trying to recall how her father looked like sitting in it, sipping his favourite cup of coffee. Then she noticed something sticking out from below the seat cushion.
Frowning, she tugged at it and out came an envelope. Surprised, she turned the envelope around to find that it was addressed to her. Quickly opening it, she read the letter inside. "To my dear Scarlet..." Katarina smiled at the nickname her father had given her; a tribute to her bloodred hair and lips. As she read on, Katarina felt confused. In the letter, her father elaborated on a scheme that assumably was planned by the League to pit Demacia and Noxus against each other.
Puzzled, Katarina read on. "To my consternation, you will have to work with someone to solve this... conspiracy. You will find enclosed in the envelope who. Best of luck, Scarlet." Her father was never this formal with her, so she knew it was something really important. She reached into the envelope and found a piece of paper with the numbers on it...74. 74? Katarina was puzzled. Who could this person be? Then she remembered as a child, her father would always chide her for writing 7 in replacement of a J. J... J4... Jarvan IV?
Walking out of the room, she crashed into someone. "Ow! Watch where you're going, sheesh." Katarina looked up and saw Talon. "Oh, it's you." Talon merely raised an eyebrow at her. "Eh, I need to um... get going," Katarina muttered, clutching the envelope behind her back. "What's that in your hand?" Talon questioned. "Eh, just something my father left behind for me..." Katarina tried to slink away, but Talon grabbed her arm. "No touching. Ever." Katarina jerked her arm out of Talon's grasp.
Talon smiled sheepishly. "Is that the League conspiracy? Because I've been tasked with solving that too, but I have no leads currently. Did General Du Couteau give you any clues?" Katarina narrowed her eyes at him, but nodded. "We need to contact Jarvan IV, fast." They quickly made a trip back to the League, and started looking for the Crown Prince. Apparently he was in a match, so Katarina left a note for him under his room door.
Around 9pm, Jarvan knocked on Talon's door. Talon opened the door and peeked at who it was before opening it and letting Jarvan in. Jarvan regarded them with neutrality, but it was obvious he wasn't comfortable being in the same room as two assassins. "Um, what's this about?" Jarvan IV asked. Katarina sat on a chair with her arms crossed, looking as uncomfortable as he was, but she answered first. "We think the League has set up a conspiracy to pit Noxus and Demacia against each other in a bid to claim the nexuses in Kalamanda. My father, while investigating this matter has also disappeared. We've discovered a lead but we're going to have to go into Demacia for it; that's where my father last went before he disappeared."
Jarvan raised a suspicious eyebrow. "How do I know you're not trying to trick me to let you into Demacia to assassinate my army?" Katarina and Talon sighed in exasperation. "If we wanted to, we'd have done so already. But this time, we need your help because it involves Demacia. We can't let anyone else know. So do you have any idea on how to sneak us both into Demacia?" Katarina asked in frustration. "I might have an idea..." Jarvan smiled cockily. "But I'm not sure whether you both'll like it." Talon and Katarina looked at each other uneasily.
"Now keep under the hood and look at the floor so the people won't see your face," Jarvan said, tying Katarina and Talon's hands to ropes, so that he could guide them into the city as his 'prisoners'. Katarina muttered something inaudibly, but it was obvious that she wasn't very happy about the idea. Jarvan swung himself onto his trusty steed, and began a slow trot towards the city walls. "Prince Jarvan!" one of the guards exclaimed, surprised to see him. "Let me in, these are the prisoners I have captured and I need to put them in the dungeons immediately." "Of course, Prince! At once!" The guards opened the door, and in the three of them went. As he trotted along the streets, Garen, who was informed of his return, squeezed his way through the crowd to get to Jarvan IV.
"Prince Jarvan!" Garen shouted. "Do you need any help with the prisoners?" Jarvan waved him away, saying "It's fine, Garen. Your assistance will not be needed." "But Prince, we have much to discu-" and Jarvan retorted, "No, Garen. This has nothing to do with you." "But who ARE your prisoners, Jarvan? We need to know." The crowd murmured in agreement with Garen's question.
"This is the business of the crown. Your loyalty is appreciated, Garen, but the Dauntless Vanguard has no place in this matter. Stand down," Jarvan ordered. Garen bowed, and retreated. But while he backed away, he saw a flash of red hair from the female prisoner. Garen quickly made his way home, wondering if it was actually Katarina that the prince had captured.
Jarvan made his way to the castle as quick as possible, before releasing Katarina and Talon from the ropes. "Be careful, and disguise yourselves fast. Especially you, Katarina. Your hair is a dead giveaway for who you are." Katarina nodded, before disappearing into the shadowy corridors of the castle. Seems that even Demacia has its dark side.