Hey guys! Please review! Three reviews for 16,000 words sucks! This is the first new chapter since I decided to go ahead and start dusting this story off. If not… I'll lose motivation. Check out my other story I'm writing. "I'm a fool." I probably wont be able to do any serious writing for another week. So please, Follow, Fav,Review! Thanks!

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The walk down the palace courtyard towards the carriage was difficult to say the least. Garen, felt as if he'd been punched in the face, like a whip crack on his ear drums. All sorts of emotions flowed through him. He felt as if he was mentally staggering, white noise filled his ears as if an explosion had gone off. The last few minutes were all too much for him to process. He tried to forget that night and painful reminder of it was just a few feet behind him. The auburn hair beauty, only a few steps behind him.

It was just one drink…how did it all happen?

Trying to put together the events of that night, he had buried them. Like a bad memory he just wished to forget. He kept lying to himself over the years of what really happened, yet he knew and right behind him was one of his attackers.

"Garen, Dear. Wait for me…." Her soft spoken elegant voice was heard. Just as her glove laden hand touch his shoulder.

He didn't react to her touch, and kept walking towards the carriage. She kept pace with him, he didn't dare look her in her direction. But she was smiling, having Demacia's most eligible bachelor and her childhood crush Garen Crownguard at her side was all she ever wanted. But she wanted more and like her mother she always got what she wanted.

I'll get him to forgive me, or I'll buy his love.

She smiled softly to herself.

Besides…I'm gorgeous, we would make beautiful babies.

Ever since she laid eyes on him, even after the incident were her mother had taken Garen's innocence. Which was something she herself had fantasizes about. She knew she would eventually marry him, as her family traveled around Valeran and lesser known regions of Runetera. She would get newspaper clippings of Garen's exploits, asking new servants and travelers regarding his whereabouts. Her days abroad were always brighter when she found out he had yet to marry. As soon as she was able to inherit her family's fortune she knew she had to return to him.

Garen ignored his traditional chivalrous self, He boarded the carriage before her. Moving as far away as possible to the end of the leaning against the inner wall and looking out the window.

Maybe, if I ignore her….

She sat in the middle of the opposite bench facing across from him and to his displeasure started scooting towards him. Her gown cover knees brushing against his left one.

"Garen, Dear. I've missed you "Delilah spoke softly, her aristocratic tone ever so present.

He, looked deep in thought and she continued talking.

"I have many suitors…you." A hint of pride in her voice.

"Congratulations" Garen, spoke under his breath.

"You should consider yourself grateful. "As, she made her best attempt to seem hurt by his comment.

She placed her hand on his leg.

"Where to, next?" With a soft smile almost as if trying to cheer him up.

"I…just want to go home…"He knew he sounded like an annoyed child but he was in no mood to be around her.

"Great! I'd love to catch up with Luxianna and your mother!" She sounded excited and thrilled.

Garen, placed his hand on his face showing his displeasure and annoyance.

"Come on Garen, don't be like that. I need remind you. You are my escort…try to be civil." Her tone sounding apologetic.

Arrgg! I'm stuck with her!

He let out a heavy sigh "Fine." She seemed content with getting this far.

….

The ride had been relatively short about 10 minutes or so from the palace. He again did no effort to assist her in disembark the carriage.

Garen, exited and walked to the door and this time out of habit he held it for her. She walked in ahead of him, looking around and examining the landing.

"This place hasn't changed a bit, except for all your military decorations."

She examined plaques, ribbons and rewards all with Garen's name. Lining the hall way up the stair case up to the second floor which lead to bed rooms and studies.

"You've been busy." She turned her head to look over at him. Giving him a seductive smile and looking at him from head to toe.

He is a hero, his time in the military has certainly kept him stalwart.

"Garen! Do, we have a guest?!" He could hear his mother's voice yell from one of the many hallways. Her shoes making tapping sounds in the distance as her pace quickened.

"Delilah?! Is that you?!" His mother ran up and held her in a warm embrace.

"Pricilla Crownguard! It's been too long!" The younger woman's face lit up.

"Oh, my you've grown into a beautiful woman!" Pricilla looked over at Garen.
"My, my you've found a keeper." In a playful taunting tone.

Delilah blushed as Garen closed his eyes forcing his hands at his side to not grab the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"I'll leave you two to catch up, I have things to do." Trying to sound neutral to avoid his mothers, inquisition like questioning.

Both woman were about to protest until they saw him climbing the stairs up to the second floor.

"Don't worry he's not going anywhere. Let's go have some tea or maybe skip straight to the wine." Pricilla chuckled.

"Then you can tell me what you see in my idiot son." Her laugh was followed by Delilah's

…..

Garen, found himself lying down on his bed, resting his head on both of his palms fingers interlocked. Staring up at his ceiling in deep thought.

The woman I loathe is in my house, while the one I long for nowhere in sight..

Memories of how Katarina bested him on their first encounter filled his mind.

It had been on a suicide mission. He and the Dauntless Vanguard had made their way across into the Noxus border to eliminate an essential target. Demacia wasn't known for their skilled assassin's so very well trained shock troops such as the Vanguard was the best they could muster. The fight had been fierce but they quickly over powered the sentries and managed to pin down a brute by the name of Sion. Towing his body by horse drawn cart in the middle of the night. All the mean while fighting off guerilla fighters who never engaged long enough to make themselves a target. Just a mile or so from neutral territory she showed up.

It was all a blur, one second they were advancing forward while he and his men fought as rear guard. When out of the shadows cloaked soldiers started drawing out the tight formation of the Vanguard. Yelling, the sound of steel on steel filled the air. The only warning of her presence was a whooshing sound which caused him to raise his gauntlet to his face blocking an incoming dagger. Then a light tap on his shoulders as he felt a pair of feet use his back as leverage to propel themselves off him. He rolled to the ground staying on one knee with his sword at face level making himself a smaller target but readying to counter attack. The attacker was aggressive and he heard soft footsteps running up behind him. He had enough time to turn and push himself up using his sword to parry a dagger and using his size to body slam into the attacker.

"Commander Crownguard! Are you alright!?" One of his soldiers voice yelled out to him. Garen, quickly replied.

"I'm fine watch your own back!"

He looked forward at his attacker slowly rising.

"So, you're Crownguard? The Might of Demacia?" The Scarlet haired assassin, brushed one of her long locks of hair from her face with her piercing emerald green eyes locked on him.

Garen's eyes narrowed on her, trying not to show any emotion.

She's very attractive…

Katarina, saw his eyes lingering on her a bit longer than was proper for two warriors.

"Too bad I've heard so much about you, too bad I'll have to kill you!" Her voice was sultry yet deadly.

The fight started as she got a running start and vanished into thin air reappearing behind him. Small sharp daggers being parried or bouncing off his plate armor. It was like a choreographed fight. Both too evenly matched he managed to block any attack, standing still but always at alert for her salvo of quick attacks. She had always managed to be one step ahead of him whenever he thought he'd land a direct hit on her she manage to evade it. In long drawn out fights he would win, but it was only a matter of time before she landed a critical hit. He managed to catch her with one of his hands and pin her down, both short of breath. His eyes looking into hers. Both of them examined each other, as if not enemies but intrigued with each other's visual fondness of each other. When a voice called out.

"Commander Du Couteau! We have secured the target!"

She looked up at him and gave him almost a grin.
"Bye!" Then blew him a kiss.

She took her beauty as an advantage, she had distracted him long enough grab a hand full of dirt quickly blinding him. He felt a knee to his gut as he rolled off. She could have killed him there and then, but she didn't. When it was over only a few of his men had been lost while Noxus casualties had been higher. But the objective had been lost.

…..

His train of thought was halted by a knock at his door.

He walked to answer it unenthusiastically. His mother stood there with a scowl on her face.

"Garen Crownguard!"Her voice stern as if she was about to lecture him.

"What?" He replied nonchalantly.

"You have a very beautiful guest down stairs waiting for you! It's about time you started courting someone, I'm getting old and I want grandchildren!" Her tone was demanding.

"Wait what?!" a look of shock on her face.

"Yes, per her and the King's agreement. You are to take her out to dinner, drinks, you know a date?" Her tone was if she were reading a contract off to him.

"I'm only to esco…" She cut Garen off.

"A date!" She turned around and walked away, not wanting to hear his rebuttal or excuse.

I don't know Garen's mother's name so I made one up. Is it Luxanna or Luxianna. Is Garen's father dead or alive. Hard to write cannon friendly lore when google/riot only gives only so much. PM if you know thanks!