It had been four hours since jarvan had postponed his wedding and the people were growing restless, the buffet had been consumed, and Shyvana had threatened to burn the building down if they didn't start soon.

"Sire, we are starting this wedding now, there is unrest in the streets and we fear there may be a riot if you two are not wed within the hour."

Jarvan knew what he had to do, he was being selfish by putting himself before his people. He needed to marry Shyvana before he had to impose martial law on the city as the had been swept up in a wedding day fervor.

Jarvan nodded to the priest, it was time for him to get married.

"Now then, let us begin the ceremony."

The priest seemed pleased that he was finally going to get to perform the most important wedding of his life.

"May the bride be escorted down the aisle?"

Lacking a father to do so for her, Shyvana was walked down the aisle by Garen instead, dressed in his fanciest pauldrons with a boyish new haircut, Garen clinked and squeaked with his steaps as he walked Shyvana, in her red silk dress down the aisle.

What a dress it was too. A simple strapless piece and waist cincher with a golden clasp featuring a dragon. She looked beautiful though. Even Lux, the flower girl, was crying at how beautiful everything was.

All was going well until the priest asked the fateful question.

"Before these two wed, is there anyone who would speak against their union? May you be heard now or forever hold your peace."

Almost as if by magic, the door to the cathedral gave way from a powerful blow. As the dust settled, there stood Poppy, in her strapless silken white dress, holding a bouquet of flowers.

"I have nothing to say against them, only that Jarvy isn't allowed to get married without me to give him away!"

Tears were once again forming in Poppy's eyes, but the rage was gone from them, instead replaced by happiness, for her friend, and even for fire crotch. For after completely dismantling Xin and his men, she had gone through the majority of the cities guards and cleansed herself of the anger along the way by hammering it out. Poppy knew what Jarvan had meant now, after getting to think about his words for a few days, that their friendship was a friendship of love, that they held a bond like no other, just not the kind of bond he would be sharing with Shyvana.

Wobbling up to the main platform, as Poppy was still uncomfortable in heels, Jarvan dusted the wood chips from her choulders and bent down to hug her.

"You look beautiful by the way. You should wear a dress more often."

"I'll take the compliment, but if you suggest I ever wear a dress around me again I'll hammer you until they have to call you princess Jarvan."

Jarvan couldn't help but chuckle at Poppy's sense of humor, although he took the threat slightly more seriously when he noticed the bloodstains on her shoes.

The priest, looking slightly annoyed, cleared his throat and began anew.

"Well then, as all have said their peace, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride."

Jarvan took Shyvana in his arms, embracing her in a passionate kiss that caused all the children in attendance, and a few adults, to murmur a collective "ewwwwwwwww."

As Jarvan went off to go schmooze, Shyvana hesitantly approached Poppy. While the two knew each other, they certainly weren't friends. Leaning over as best she could in her tight dress Shyvana whispered.

"So, ummm, how is he?"

Grinning slyly, Poppy quickly glanced about the room to make sure no one was listening in on their private conversation.

"If you get a few drinks in him, there's this thing he does with his tongue."