A/N: So this took a lot longer than it was suppose to.

I've had this chapter in works for about a month, and I've been pretty much writer's blocked in that entire time. I'd get ideas from time to time but overall I am very disappointed in the turn out of this chapter. It's the best I can do in this moment, and I don't like leaving the story not updated for so long, so I'm giving you this. I meant to have a lot more than this with a lot more detail, but I just couldn't go through with it. I promise next update will be more satisfying.

On another note I'm so glad that people are favoriting/following the story but you guys haven't reviewed! Most of my reviews have been from guests (I have no idea how they found my story but I glad you guys liked it as well!) I would really appreciated if you guys reviewed, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Other than that the next update won't be for a week or two, I'm going on a trip this weekend and HOPEFULLY I can get some ideas from that. I really wish I had someone who was willing to read my stuff before I posted but sadly none of my friends are keen on reading. Go figure.

If you'd like to play League with me sometime, my summoner name is Keltara. I've been trying to play a lot of league lately to get me in the writer spirit! (Usually helps, but this time it hasn't been)

Anyways, enjoy!

When I awoke I was alone.

Light was pouring into the room out of the various windows on the walls. They had been covered by the silky curtains when I had first entered the room. Now they were pulled back allowing the sunshine to greet me. I groaned and hid under a blanket to block out the light.

I'm not entirely sure how long I laid there. My head was throbbing dully and my body was coated in sweat. I waited a few minutes for the pain to subside but it never did. I finally threw the blanket off of me and planted my feet on the floor.

Jarvan's room was not what I was expecting.

It was simple. There was a dusty bookshelf shoved in a dark corner of the room that looked neglected. There weren't many books on it's shelves and cobwebs occupied the open spaces. Near his bed was a small desk where a fallen inkwell sat and various papers were scattered upon it's surface with ink stains.

On the desk I noticed a folded piece of paper with my name written in bold, capitalized letters. I reached out for it and unfolded it, causing the thin paper to tear in the process.

Shyvana,

If you are reading this then that means that I am out taking care of a small matter. I will return soon. In the meantime I ask that you wait for my return. I would like to know how you are doing before you leave.

Jarvan

I groaned, slamming a fist onto the small table. It shuddered under the impact and the fallen inkwell rattled. What was I going to do? Ezreal was either going to be beyond furious or freaking out because he was worried about what Jarvan had requested my presence for. I knew the explorer well enough to know he was probably doing both.

I sighed, letting the note fall from my hand. It spun in slow circles before it finally alighted onto the carpeted floor . I stared at the fallen paper, my lips set into a thin line. I desperately wanted to go see Ezreal, but I hadn't even thanked Jarvan for helping me when I had bled on his front door.

I stood, staring down at my clothing. The plain, blood stained dress I had been wearing was replaced by a pearl white one. I blushed in realization that Jarvan must have changed my clothes when I had been out cold and I hadn't even noticed. Another thing to thank him for. When was I ever going to stop owing him?

There was no reason that I should sit and wait around, was there? The garden was nearby and this would be a perfect opportunity to explore it's contents. It's misty atmosphere was the thing my body needed to rejuvenate itself.

With my mind made up I took careful steps toward the door, careful to avoid the scattered clothes across his floor. It was a strange thing, Jarvan seemed so organized I would have figured his room would have been the same. He was shockingly normal, for a prince and all.

The door opened with a long, drawn out moan. I poked my head through the doorway to peer down the corridor. This side of the palace seemed to be close enough to deserted but I didn't need anyone to happen upon me in my bandaged state. The last thing I wanted was to be bombarded with questions I didn't know if I could answer.

I stepped out into the eerie corridor, the icy floor chilling my bare feet. The door closed with a loud click as a I walked with near silent steps along the concrete wall. I didn't trust my legs to hold my weight for very long without support from someone or something. I was glad the garden was nearby.

I could feel the mist settling on my skin and dampening my hair as I neared. The fresh scent of various flowers assaulted my nostrils—lilies, cherry blossoms, tulips and others I couldn't place. A fine layer of sweat coated my face by the time I arrived to the entrance of the garden.

A stone arch rose high, deep cracks visible across it's dark surface. Soft, verdant moss grew along the splits signifying how long the arch had stood. Words were written on the hard surface but they were too faded to be legible and I had a feeling they were written in a different language. I reached a hand out...

"So this is where you've run off to."

I flinched, my hand falling to my side. I had been so engrossed in my thoughts I hadn't noted Jarvan's approach. I scolded myself mentally for letting my guard down so easily, especially in a place I was unfamiliar with. Not that there was any real danger here, but one never knew.

I turned to face Jarvan, who was dressed just as casually as he was yesterday. His attire was light in colour, baggy pants and a shirt that hugged his broad chest. I could see the outline of his muscles and silently admitted that it made him look handsome. His inky black hair was brushed back and he wore an easy smile on his hardened face.

"The mist feels nice." I said lamely.

Jarvan didn't say anything, only studied me curiously with those strange colored eyes of his. They weren't menacing like they usually were, they were light. His smile looked like the most natural thing in the world but I knew better.

"I must admit I thought you had left, but I'm glad you didn't." He spoke each word slowly, as if he were trying not to startle me. Or maybe he thought my head wound made it harder to process his words?

"I didn't officially thank you for helping me." I could feel the weight of what transpired between us last night suffocating me. I had almost forgotten, but seeing him in person reminded me. He had kissed me and I had kissed him back.

Or did I? How was I sure it wasn't a dream? I was always able to recall my dreams and though I have had various in the past I never had one that involved me being even remotely intimate with someone. Usually they were filled with flames, ash, and death.

I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth at various memories of my nightmares. They weren't real so I wasn't sure why I was letting them bother me. What should have my attention is what happened last night.

"I'm sorry you got hurt but I didn't mind helping at all." I stared at him in disbelief. In that moment he looked and sounded shockingly like Ezreal, the way he teased me and that sly grin of his.

"Y-you're not Ezreal in disguise are you?" I burst into laughter, genuine laughter that only Ezreal could usually coax out of me. "I could swear you two are related."

Jarvan shook his head. "I don't believe so, I'd say I'm too handsome to be related to him." He curled his hand into a fist and lifted it toward the sky. His movements were clunky, hesitant and unsure—but he was honestly trying to joke around with me.

I grinned at him. "I don't know about that, I think I've got you both beaten in the beauty department."

He dropped his hand. "I think I'm inclined to agree you with on that." His face suddenly turned serious and my grin faded. I should have thought more carefully before answering. Now I had to own up to my mistake.

Jarvan took a step toward me. "Shyvana."

"Yes, my Lord?" I felt slightly woozy and not because of my wound. The mist was swirling around us, trapping us in it's heated embrace. I liked the warmth usually, but it's effects were different now.

I leaned against the arch, crossing my arms across my chest. There was a strange sensation in my chest, familiar yet not. It was similar to the feeling of my fire building in my belly, waiting for me to engulf my enemies in flame.

But the fire only burned when I was angry, blinded by rage. This was different. There was no battle before me, no enemies to cut down. There was only Jarvan here.

Jarvan.

It was similar to last night, when the fire burned from my pleasure. My pleasure of being kissed, kissed as if I wasn't a freak but a normal person. But Jarvan wasn't even touching me now, it was the sight of him. Was my body remembering? I shivered at the memory.

I tilted my head upward and let out a cloud of smoke. The building up of the fire without release caused my chest to ache. The heat clung to my throat, warmed my lips, and steam wafted from my nose. I snorted and shook my head.

"You don't look so good." Jarvan's voice shook slightly.

I laughed, shoving off the arch and straightening my posture. I stretched my arms out to relive the tension from my muscles.

"I'm fine, just a little problem with my heating system." I patted my stomach for good measure, grinning at my lame joke.

Jarvan grinned back but I could tell from look in his eyes he still intended to talk to me about what had happened last night. I, on the other hand wanted to forget about it until I could settle my confused emotions. I wasn't sure where I wanted to go with this, especially since Jarvan was someone I sort of looked up to.

I bowed my head slightly, backing away from Jarvan and the garden. "I'm feeling fine now, I promise," I assured him, turning my body slightly away from him. "I'm going to go home and then check in with Ezreal."

He grunted in response. I could feel his eyes watching me as the distance between us grew. I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself. The memory of our kiss was seared into my mind, I couldn't seem to think about anything else.

And the fact that I liked it—and wanted more.