Hooves reverberated through the forest, a small patch of smoke escaped swiftly from the woods and a ferocious roar followed soon after. Then, a lower roar repeated, it sounded more like a lamented cry than anything else. "My prince?" One of the men called out noticing the prince dismounting his horse. "Go on without me," he spoke out commandingly while wrapping the horse reigns around the tree. They all seemed quite doubtful, but if anything were possible, Jarvan could manage. They nodded and saluted before taking off. His hand brushed against the edges of his cape unfurling the silky white material. He departed from the dirt trail, his right foot scrunching dead leaves along his path. He continued onwards dodging mangled and dispersed branches while making sure to avoid any loose roots and rocks. Another cry echoed through the trees of the forest, the prince's eyes met the top of the tree line where narrow strips of light bore past the leaves and brightened up the path in front of him.
He advanced closer and closer to the sound, then, his figure breached through the vegetation. There sat a small girl bent over against what looked like a dragon; it's wing jerked quickly as the beast let out another roar, one of pain and agony. He noticed the light purple shade of the girl's skin, and small dragon scales covered her body in random areas, her lips were of a darker purple and her hair a dark crimson color. The half-breed gave a weak cry back which sounded most like a whimper. The beast raised its claws, one gently landing on top of the little girl's head. He could finally see her face as tears streamed down her cheeks and onto the dragon's dying body. Her eyes held a fiery glow to them, almost like one could stare into her eyes and see a burning flame. The dragon's claw slipped off the child's head and landed on the ground with a loud thud. Her eyes held too many emotions to describe as the flames wavered in her hues, the prince stared at the uncanny scene that unraveled before him.
The child's nose twitched indicating she had picked up an unfamiliar scent, her emotional eyes glared daggers at the golden armored man. A sharp and ferocious growl slipped her lips, as she crawled over the dead dragon's body. She leaped off her father's body and swiped her claws at the man. Jarvan dodged the sharp nails and gripped her arm using her strength against her. He applied pressure on her arm watching her lose balance and fall. He leaned down with a kind smiled and held out his hand. He could see the conflicting battles happening inside, and her eyes wavered, another tear escaping her eyes. A small blush crept up his cheeks when he noticed the girl was naked, he cleared his throat and kneeled down wrapping his cape around her scale figure. He was glad she didn't try to swipe at him again, but he held no ill-mannered aura, so she had no reason to. He wrapped her up neatly, making sure most of her body was covered. He towered over her by at least three heads and ruffled her chaotic hair. She left the man's side walking over to her father. "What's your name?" Jarvan asked approaching her father. She took her time responding watching his movements. She growled at him when he placed a hand on her father's nostril, she lunged at him but failed terribly when she tripped on his cape and fell into his arms. "Shyvana," she mumbled, looking at him caress her father.
His eyes widened, he honestly thought she couldn't speak at first. She looked up at him, her eyes suggesting he tell her his name too. "I'm Prince Jarvan the Fourth," he smiled watching her face turn into that of confusion. "What is a prince?" She questioned, her father had never taught her much about humans, only how to kill them in a situational scenario. Jarvan thought for a second not sure how to explain it to her. "Why don't I show you," he smiled kindly wanting to get her away from the daunting scene. He slipped an arm under her knees and hoisted her up into his arms. She seemed startled but was quick to calm down. He walked back the way he came from glancing at the distressed half-breed. Her head rested against his shoulder, and she stared at her dead father silently whimpering against his shoulder. It was the first time that he had come across a half-breed, a cute one at that. She held some strange markings on her body along with growing scales. Otherwise, she seemed human if you excluded her skin color.
He galloped back to demacia making sure to keep her concealed in his arms. She had fallen asleep in the past few hours, making his job much easier. Lux and Garen stood waiting near the stables awaiting their prince's arrival. He shared his plans with Lux, and she smiled looking at the half-breed, it was truly a mesmerizing experience, and she looked around Lux's age. Garen was dismissed to go back to his duties as Lux followed Jarvan to his personal chamber. "In case she attacks just be prepared for self-defense," he commanded making sure she understood that she was not to attack back. He set her down on the carpet watching Lux settle down a bit further away. He gently shook her awake watching her twitch and groan. She gasped jolting awake her sharp nails almost striking the prince's face. He caught her hand mid-air and smiled gently reassuring her, and she gave a small sigh of relief like she had been expecting a monster. The half dragon sat up looking around, her eyes met Lux, and she was quick to retreat backward into Jarvan. He gripped her shoulder and squeezed it gently, "That's Lux," he whispered, "She's a friend of mine. Don't worry she won't hurt you." He assured giving her a firm nod.
"You're both girls, so you know...I thought..." he trailed off awkwardly. Lux giggled at Jarvan and approached the dragon girl holding out her hand. "Have you ever bathed in water?" Lux asked with a grin. She nodded, "Father used to bring me to a waterfall and push me in," she smiled sadly. After much convincing, Shyvana agreed to let Lux guide her into the 'bathroom' as humans called it. She glared at Jarvan and mouthed a few words to him along the lines of, "If you come in I will slaughter you to no end!" He nodded not ever wanting to get on her bad side, he learned early on that women were not to be trifled with. When Lux was angry at Garen, oh, she let him have it like no other day. He blushed hearing a bit of squealing and a few bangs against the wall. He was relieved that the little half-breed seemed to be having fun, Jarvan was right to leave this in Lux's hand. He waited for quite some time wondering what the hell was going on in there. Then, the door flung open and sheepish looking Shyvana came stumbling out. Lux puffed out her chest with pride as she presented the little dragon to the prince. Lux had done an excellent job of untangling her hair, it was now slightly curly and came down to her chest line. He smiled looking at clothes Lux had picked; it was light armor mixed with silk material and beautiful carvings. "Doesn't she look adorable?!" Lux squealed watching Shyvana retreat behind her.
"Gosh, stop staring you pervert," Lux teased watching his face flush red. "I-I wasn't staring," he defended in a quiet voice taking a foreign interest at the opposite wall. "Oh right," Lux mumbled to herself, "I'm going on patrol duty with my brother, so I shall see you later my prince," she winked at the burly man suggesting many things with the tone of her voice. He squinted his eyes at the teenager wondering who the real pervert was here. When the door closed the atmosphere quickly changed to that of an awkward silence. "Are you hungry?" he asked. She shook her head, and he patted the edge of his bed waiting for the half-breed to come sit down. She awkwardly sat down on the soft material, a small o forming on her lips as her frame sunk into the mattress. He burst out into a fit of laughter watching her childish expressions. She blushed wondering if she had done something weird, he quickly caught on and chuckled silently, "It's nothing, I just thought that was cute," He mentally slapped himself, and she smiled. Lux had shown her what bits of her reflection looked like with the help of her magic, and when she saw herself she had a hard time believing. On the topic of that, Jarvan did wonder a few things, "Since you're part dragon do you have any powers or magic?" He asked out of curiosity. "Sadly, I can't breathe fire like my father, but he said he would teach me when I grew older," she trailed off sadly realizing that the mood was slowly changing. "B-But I can do this!" She perked up raising her hands mid-air, her fists glowed a light orange and eventually shifted into the form of fire, Jarvan, the curious man that he was skimmed his hand over hers wondering how hot the fire was. It was like any regular flame, but the fact that she could control when and where to use her powers was amazing.
"And you?" She asked watching him rub the back of his neck. "I have no magic like you do, but I train hard to make up for it," he chuckled lifting her small form with his right arm and set her on his shoulder, he did so with much ease that it left her wondering whether or not she was a feather. She giggled as he set her back down, once her feet touched the floor she asked him all sorts of questions about how humans trained. He was more than happy to show her exercises such as sit ups and push ups. He couldn't help but chuckle as she cheated her way out of the exercises. "Father always told be to be cautious of humans-" "And he is right, not all humans have a good heart," he said in all seriousness. "But you have a good heart," she smiled placing her hand over his heart. He smiled back taking hold of her hand and softly kissing it. She blushed and retreated her hand shyly, even if she was a half-dragon, she was indeed still a human at heart. "Would you care to tell me more about your father?" He asked. His death wasn't such a big toll on her as most would expect, she had foreseen his death coming, he had told her himself that death was just beyond the horizon. She told him tales of their travels and every memorable action her father would do. She had never met her mother but just knowing she had a loving father was enough for her. The stories began from how he would wake her up by cascading water down on her body to the cold nights of him wrapping his tail around her as it always made her feel safe.
He nodded memorizing details of what she spoke of, considering he was the one who had taken in the half dragon it was also his responsibility to care for her. In their hour of conversing, the sun had already set, and the candles lit themselves thanks to Lux's magic. He settled her in his bed making sure to tuck her in securely, he promised her that he wouldn't let anything happen to her, but the worry on her face didn't fade. Then, the unexpected question caught him off guard, and his heart skipped a beat. "Will you sleep with me, like father did?" Of course, she meant nothing by it only because that was how she was used to sleeping, wrapped up in her father's warmth. He cleared his throat trying his best to regain composure and turned around taking off his armor. He was left in traditional silk clothing and stretched his back feeling relieved of his armor. He climbed into bed and laid down next to her, her head rested on his fluffy pillow and their eyes locked in the dim room, and he would forever memorize the color of her hues and the fiery passion that danced around in them; it was the most alluring thing he had ever seen. He slithered an arm around her waist and pulled her close, gently embracing her, "Is this okay?" He asked uncertain of how she felt, in response, he received a small nod, and she buried her face in his chest. "Goodnight," he whispered kissing her forehead and watched her drift off to sleep. "Goodnight, Jarvan," she whispered back, his heart fluttered at the sound of her saying his name and he smiled. This had undeniably been a rare smile that few people had ever seen on the young man's face.
Let me know of any typos and I hope you enjoyed this lovely ship~
It's like 2 am so I'm a bit tired and may have overlooked a few mistakes on accident :