Hi everyone, okay here are my announcements:
1) Tomorrow (well, the day I started to write this chapter… March 11th, 2013), is my birthday so I planned to make this chapter twice as long as usual. I'm trying to write longer chapters.
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Shyvana stared at the velvet dress and sighed. A trail of thoughts flew through her mind as she opened the luggage from the side of the room. She opened it to find her undergarments, when she did. She put them on, along with the dress Catherine had prepared. After the dress was fully on, she headed out for the door, not caring about the jewelry. However, she still held on her wedding ring. She stepped out in the hall, and thought it would be interesting to wander the halls since the palace is her new home now. She gazed out to the stormy day, through the window, in Demacia, making her wonder the tragedies she had suffered through as a child. She froze and stared at the window for a long time. Then she gave a smirk.
"Maybe I should explore the palace… It'll never hurt to do that..."
"You're late," The King started, sitting in front of the round table, with a Demacian flag behind him. Xin Zhao standing beside him, he was proudly holding his spear as he watched the prince's late entrance.
"I'm very sorry, my king." Jarvan apologized, rushing toward the seat beside him. The king huffed, knowing that he was late because of Shyvana. Ignoring that state, he turned to the members of the meeting. He nodded, letting the meeting to officially begin.
"Now, we are expecting many things from the prince now," One of the high administrators of Demacia began. He twisted his rusted neck to Jarvan IV. "So tell me, my prince, when are we expecting a grandchild for the king?"
"Soon," Jarvan answered. "Soon, I promise."
The old man gave a chuckle toward the prince. "You sound confident. I assume the princess is aware of the tradition rules that she must give birth to a boy in order to pass down the role of majesty in the Lightshield family?"
"I am sure Shy- I mean, the princess, is aware of that," Jarvan began, clearing his throat. He looked at Catherine, his mother, who was sat to the right of the king, giving her a concerned look. Catherine looked back, knowing what her son wanted to ask her. She mouthed something towards her son before her husband continued on.
As the meeting continued on, Jarvan got more drowsed, tired of spending time in this meeting. But, he was the prince of Demacia so skipping the meeting wasn't an opinion. He blinked, his trails of thoughts disappearing.
"That concludes our meeting, dismiss."
Everyone stood up and left the meeting room, Jarvan wondered if he could see Shyvana before going to his other meeting.
"Jarvan, can I speak with you?" The king requested. The prince nodded and approached his father.
"Is there something you wish to speak to me about?" Jarvan asked, raising a brow.
"About what was discussed today," The king replied. "I expect your wife to give birth to a boy right away. How many months is she pregnant now?"
"Roughly around two and a half months," Jarvan answered, using his best estimation. "Mother will help her get through labour safe-"
"I don't care if she dies or not, I just want the fifth male heir to the Lightshield family." The king complained as he left Jarvan not shocked at all; the prince always knew that his father still didn't approve of Shyvana because of her half-blood heritage. However, the deal with Shyvana's father was sealed and the prince knew his father wasn't the person to lie and break a promise.
"I-I understand." Jarvan said, after a long delay of silence. The king nodded in agreement and spoke once more.
"Also, you're the prince. You need to spend your time on Demacia, try to avoid the princess these days, you won't die if you don't see the princess, wouldn't you?"
"But father, Shyvana is pregnant and she's at the worst stage right now. I need to support her." Jarvan declared, gripping into his lance.
"I swore to myself that was an order."
The Exemplar sighed. "Yes, your majesty."
"I know you love her, but I'm doing this for Demacia. I will assign servants to assist her, focus on the more important things." With that, the king left. Jarvan looked at his father, walking away. He squeezed his lance, and stormed out.
"Where's Jarvan's room again?" Shyvana muttered, strolling around the halls. She felt she was lost, well, she was. She sighed and as a knight past by.
"Excuse me." Shyvana started, showing herself to the knight. The knight turned to Shyvana, confused. The knight was just simply confused about who she is.
"Are you lost?" He asked.
"Yes, well, sort of." Shyvana gestured herself to stay polite.
"Where do you need to go?"
"Do you know where the prince's room is?"
He blinked once at Shyvana. "Um, miss. Are you sure you want that? I mean, the prince is just got married yesterday…"
"What are you implying?" Shyvana hissed, eyes widened, feeling extremely ticked off.
"What I meant to say miss is that you're forbidden to enter the prince's room without his permission."
"But, I have the rights to go in there," Shyvana started. "I'm his wife."
"Like you are going to get near the prince within a five hundred meter radius…" The knight mumbled to himself, he gazed at Shyvana. "Look, I know all the women in Demacia, including you (sadly), belong to the prince. Most of the female Demacians, like you, obsess over the prince. But sadly, he just got wed to a dragon and none of you will have a chance with him, again. Well, he could have a harem…"
"Are you implying that my husband is a rooster?"
"I never said anything about the prince being a rooster," He protested. "I said that you should not fantasize your life with the prince. He has a wife."
"I am his wife!" Shyvana hissed. "I'm the half-dragon." Shyvana lifted her left hand, revealing the ring. "Understood?"
"Now you're just playing games with me... Look Miss, if you don't leave this place within ten minutes I need to report you to the prince himself."
"Do that," Shyvana started. "I need to see him anyways. You know what? I'll look for him myself."
"Miss, I-"
"What are you doing?" a voice cried. Both of them turned back, there stood Garen.
"Garen, what are you doing here?" Shyvana asked, confused.
"I'm here for a notice I need to pick up, are you enjoying your time here?"
"Well I-"
"Hold it, hold it!" The knight announced, puzzled.
Garen tilted his head. "What is it?"
"This woman has infiltrated the castle and claimed that she is the princess and now, you're talking to her?"
Garen sighed. "This is the sixth time this month. Seriously…" He huffed. "She is the prince's wife. Stop being so cautious, we already went through these lectures ten times last month!"
"But sir, how do you know if she's lying?" The man questioned, unconvinced.
"Damn it, I am the princess." Shyvana exclaimed, stomping her feet.
"Judging by your actions, eh, not really, my sister would a better candidate than you."
"Why I-"
"Enough!" Garen yelled out, leaving the young knight and Shyvana annoyed. "Do you want proof to see that she's the princess of Demacia?"
"Of course!" He muttered, glaring daggers at Shyvana, leaving every inch of Shyvana's body itching with shivers.
Garen sighed and took Shyvana's hand and pulled the ring out.
"Hey!" Shyvana exclaimed, reaching for the diamond ring.
"I'll give it back, I promise," Garen began, walking toward the soldier. And with a swing, the diamond slapped across the man's face. The knight fell down, clutching to his cheek, silently yelling. "There… the ring is real. That proves that she's the princess. Now please, stop being so cautious."
"That hurts!" The knight wailed, looking at the small purple bruise on his face.
"That's what you get when you don't listen to the princess." Garen shot back, shoving the ring back to the Half-blooded Princess.
"Can you tell me where the prince's room is now?"
He nodded and gulped. "Go straight, take a left on the second passageway, and then take a left again to the fifth and then finally, take a right hand turn and you'll be there."
Shyvana sighed. "Alright, thank you." With the turn of her heels, Garen escorted to the room. The boy scattered away, scared of Garen's damage output.
"Who's that kid?"
"His name is Benedict. His family served the Lightshield for generations. And it's their job to protect the palace at all cost. He lacks talent and all he does is talk back and says the weirdest things in the world. It's pretty annoying, but he's a good kid in the heart. So please, do ignore him."
Shyvana nodded, allowing Garen's advice.
"Mother, you had something to say?" Jarvan asked, closing the door to his mother's bedroom.
"Yes. Jarvan, please sit," Catherine said, concerned. She placed a hand on her son's hand after he sat down. "It's about Shyvana… I got a report from the doctor about her pregnancy and you have to be aware of this."
Jarvan nodded.
"It appears that Shyvana has scarred tissue near her uterus and so she will be difficult for her to give birth. And… if she miscarries…" Her voice trailed off, biting her lips.
"Mother, what is going to happen?"
"Shyvana is very fortunate to be pregnant now, her tissues are damaged badly and possibly, it can kill her if she isn't careful," Catherine said, changing the topic. "Jarvan, take care of Shyvana, you're her husband. She needs your support, and please, if she loses the twins, I don't know what your father will do!"
"I understand, but, father doesn't want me to spend time with Shyvana-"
"You had a high fever," Catherine interrupted, piercing her glare. Jarvan raised a brow, confused. "You had a high fever as an infant, it was horrible and it could have killed you. Your father, your father left you near state of death, just to hunt a green drake. Jarvan, I don't want you to be like your father back then who never cared about his family, not even once. Each time I've gave birth, he wasn't there. I want you to be with Shyvana when she gives birth to your children. Shyvana needs your love, don't be like your father and only do what his selfishness."
"Mother… Father might hear you."
Catherine sighed, placing a hand on Jarvan shoulders. "Protect her for the sake of your love." Jarvan left the room without hesitation.
"Here we are." Garen opened the door to toward the prince's bedroom.
"Thanks Garen," Shyvana muttered.
"Do I call you princess or just Shyvana?"
Shyvana shrugged. "Either way is alright, I don't really care."
Garen gave a bow. "I must depart."
"Why? You're meeting up with Katarina?"
Garen looked around. "Not so loud."
"So it is true," Shyvana started, giggling like a child. "And to think, my predictions aren't as half bad. So, when did you two became a couple?"
Garen sighed and looked around to see if anyone's near. When the scene was clear he began talking. "A month ago at the Institution of War…"
Shyvana smiled. "That's sweet, what did you do? Grab her into the washroom and did it with her?"
"Shyvana, where do you get these ideas?" Garen asked, confused as he stared at her forehead.
"Wild imaginations in my mind," Shyvana answered. "Had it ever since I was a child, it never gets old."
"I just hope one of your children doesn't end up sick-minded as you."
"Geez, how positive of you…"
"I sense a lot of sarcasm from-" As Garen spoke; he was interrupted by a messenger.
"Commander Garen, horrible news, horrible news!"
"What is it? Speak."
The messenger nodded and gulped. He took a deep breath in and resumed to his news. "The village of Kalamanda… the soldiers are about to start a riot!"
"What? What is this madness?" Garen asked.
"I'm… I'm not sure, but please, come to a brief meeting!" The messenger pointed at the hall and Garen nodded.
"Sorry Shyvana, we'll continue this some other day." Garen replied, marching down the hall with the messenger.
Shyvana gazed at the Might of Demacia, sighed and then walked in to the room. As she walked in, the jolts of morning pain came back. Shyvana covered her mouth and rushed to the washroom before she released the disgusting fluids within her mouth. As the toilet collected her fluid, she gradually increased with the amount of fluid in her mouth. Her throat was burning due to the acid from her stomach. She gagged, and waited for the pain to die down. She stood up, clutching to her hips as she flushed the toilet. Her head, dizzy when she collapsed onto the bed, the shadows of the room, melting in her eyes as her head spun her around before taking her soul into slumber.
"I hope Shyvana is enjoying the place…" Jarvan muttered, walking toward his room. Toward the hallway was Garen.
"My prince," Garen exclaimed, walking toward him. "Have you heard of the meeting about Kalamanda?"
"There is a meeting, right now?"
"Yes, my prince, right this way." The Messenger said, escorting the prince to the meeting room.
"Wait, I still need to see if Shyvana's alright…"
"I just had a small conversation with Shyvana, she looks very healthy, no need to worry." Garen interrupted.
Jarvan flashed a grin. "Thank god…"
"I know you worry about Shyvana, but you're the prince. Demacia is important too."
Jarvan nodded and followed Garen, without knowing Shyvana's true conditions.
"Those Noxians are getting out of control; we must stop them at any cost. We must protect the people there." The king announced in the meeting, his son, Jarvan by his side while Xin Zhao was by his other.
"We must hold down the riot before anything chaotic comes along." Xin Zhao said.
"What do we do?" One of the members of the high councillors asked, raising his brow. He turned his attention to the prince. "My prince, do you have any suggestions?"
"For now, we have to wait for what Noxus is planning. We just cannot jump into conclusions right away. All we have to do is to be patient for now."
"With all respects my prince. But, wouldn't it be too late? I mean, Noxus already has something up their sleeves. I think combat is best suggestion right now." Another member commented, people nodding in agreement.
"Hold on," Garen said, interrupting the muttering. "Do you think combat is too harsh? What if Noxus doesn't have something up their sleeves?"
"What are you implying? Are you saying that Noxus is good?" The king asked, raising his brow.
"Of course not, my king, I just think we shouldn't jump into conclusions, like what the prince said." Garen answered, biting at his thoughts, wondering if Katarina actually has something up her sleeves.
"You agree with the prince?" The high councillor questioned. "Or is it that you harbour feelings for someone in Noxus?"
"Are you asking if I'm against Noxus? I'm Garen Crownguard; I am the leader of the Vanguard. And I will not tolerate with anything in Noxus." Garen gasped out, remembering that Katarina said she was against Noxus this time, so basically, she isn't any part allied with Noxus.
"Smooth talker, aren't you?"
"That's enough," The king yelled out, coughing. "I'll give the decision."
Jarvan bit his lips and rubbed his head. He looked at his father, wondering what he would decide on.
"Alright, I've decided that we should do," The king began, everyone's eyes tilted out, absorbing every word from the king's mouth. "I think we should follow the prince's actions and be patient. I know some of you will disagree on this, but for now combat is a bit too soon."
"Thank you for following my advice, your majesty." Jarvan said, bowing deeply.
"It's almost for you to take over, I'm getting old."
With a nod, the meeting is officially over.