"Quinn, don't be stupid." Garen's voice growled. Quinn and Valor were going to consult the Prince about a solo expedition. Garen of course did not approve. "You two cannot be serious."

The young woman held back a retort as Garen gained on her. His heavy strides were not hard to hear. Quinn swung her head around to stop him. She glared at her senior as he came to a halt in front of her. "We are serious, and this is not stupid!" she spat.

"Jarvan will never approve of this." Garen said standing up straight, looking down at Quinn with disapproval.

"How do you know, you are not the Prince." She said as Valor chirped angrily on her shoulder. The blue bird looked away from Garen, feathers ruffled. Quinn held back a laugh, Valor really did not like Garen.

The blue eyed soldier glared at the bird, then looked back to Quinn. "I just know."

Quinn rolled her eyes. She didn't want to be bothered by his ramblings. Even if he was her commander, she did not have to obey his every word. It would not hurt to bring this up to the Prince. Quinn and Valor were more than ready to do something on their own.

Frustrated she turned around and started to walk away again. Valor flew off her shoulder, ruffling her hair slightly but that was the least of her worries. She began to ascend up the stone stairs that lead to the castle. But before she could get away she felt a tight grip on her arm. She looked back, Garen had grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

"Quinn, no." he said firmly. He had this rage in his eyes that she did not understand. He needed to calm down.

Quinn opened her mouth to yell at him for assaulting her but a voice from behind Garen interrupted her.

"Garen, what is going on?"

The Demacian looked behind him to see Jarvan himself, standing behind them. Garen quickly let go of Quinn's arm. She took it back to her body, massaging her wrist in her other hand. He had a tight grip.

"Nothing." Garen stated, looking up at Quinn as if she was going to go along with him. Jarvan scowled as he approached the two, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"It does not look like nothing to me." He said swishing his cape out of the way of his step. The crown he wore on his head glistened in the sunlight.

Quinn stood straighter, bowing slightly at his arrival. "Sire, I was just about to come to you. I have a mission I wish your opinion on." She said, hearing Valor flying above her. He landed in a tree overhead, cawing lightly.

Garen looked angry as she spoke. Quinn bet if Jarvan wasn't there he would have reached up a hand to silence her. She really did not get what his problem was. The man stepped forward so he stood in front of Quinn and Jarvan. "Jarvan, her idea is senseless. I will take care of it."

The prince locked eyes with Garen. Although Quinn could not see Garen's face, she could tell something was happening between the two of them. Garen hung his head within a few moments, then stepped out of the way. The prince thanked Garen and proceeded further up the stairs.

Quinn was surprised. Garen had given up so easily.

Jarvan smiled as he looked up at Quinn. She smiled back lightly, looking behind him to see Garen. The brown haired warrior glared at Quinn and Valor from under his hair. He flipped his head around and walked off. Quinn heard Valor snicker overhead.

Her attention was on Jarvan once again as she watched Garen walk off. The prince was much taller than herself, standing a few feet above her. She suddenly became nervous. Maybe this plan would be harder to talk to him about than she thought. She had only spoken with him once, during her first battle seasons ago.

She wondered if he was anything like Garen. He had to be, he was the Prince of Demacia. Jarvan Lightsheild the IV.

"Quinn, right?" he said as he flanked her side. "Let's talk in the courtyard."

The prince's voice was kind as he pointed towards the courtyard ahead of them. Quinn said nothing, only nodding in agreement. The prince smiled again, leading the way towards the green palace yard. Quinn had never ventured here, she and Val were always too afraid of meeting some royal person who would cast them away.

As Quinn stepped off of the stone stairs onto the soft grass she was reminded of home. With a glance she looked up at Valor who nodded, he swiftly flew down onto her forearm. Once he landed she stroked his side. He chirped as they followed the prince. She reached up her arm so that the bird could perch on her shoulder.

Lavender scents hit her nose as they walked after the king towards a stone table. Jarvan had much larger strides so Quinn had to walk fast to keep up with him. They soon arrived at the table, Jarvan immediately sat down.

Quinn reached the table soon after. Lightly she sat at the seat across from the Prince. Valor hopped off of Quinn's shoulder to the table top. He sat looking calmly at the Prince.

Jarvan squinted slightly at Valor, then looked back at Quinn. "Tell me of this expedition."

Quinn swallowed. She gipped the scroll hard in her hands, nervousness flooding her. As calmly as she could she opened the scroll. The brown tattered paper held months of work and research. She prayed Jarvan would take the time to listen to her.

She handed the unraveled scroll to the king, he took it softly. Watching, Jarvan scanned the scroll. Quinn took the opportunity to explain.

"Your majesty." She began, hoping she was supposed to address him in that manner. "I have gathered information on the Noxian assassin Demacia has been tracking. And-"she stuttered as he looked up at her. Jarvan had placed the scroll on the table. She blinked and continued. "I was thinking Valor and I could track him, and kill him. We are more than ready."

Quinn bowed her head at the king again. Valor did as well. She hoped with all of her heart that he would let her and Valor go. She needed to prove herself to Demacia.

"Your intel is reliable?" she heard the prince ask, looking up at him again. He glanced down at the scroll, then back to Quinn. The soldier nodded.

"Start gathering your things. You set out in the morning." Quinn's eyes widened in surprise at his remark.

The prince held out a hand as he stood from the table. Quinn stood up quickly to take it. She felt his skin touch hers. Softly he shook her hand, smiling at Valor. "Good luck." He said, their hands parting. "You two are one of our best offensive teams. I trust you will finish Talon off swiftly and graciously. Come back alive."

Quinn smiled at the Prince. She did not know he knew of her and Valor. They had only been in contact once before during her first real battle."Thank you so much." She said lightly, looking back fondly at Valor. "We will not let Demacia down."

Jarvan was the one to bow now. He dipped his head at Quinn and Valor respectfully. Quinn felt a blush rise in her cheeks as he looked at her one last time. His long black hair ruffled in the breeze as the two locked eyes. She saw a kindness she did not expect.

Before the prince left, he picked up the scroll from the table. He silently handed it to Quinn who took it graciously. She thanked him again, he only nodded. Quinn hardly felt Valor jump onto her arm.

"May you be successful in your quest." Was the last thing Jarvan said as he walked off towards the castle. Quinn watched as he went.

Even after he was out of sight she stood before the stone table, scroll clenched in hand. It was only when Valor hit her head with his wing she was brought back to earth. She looked up at Valor. The bird chirped playfully in Jarvan's direction.

"Shut up." She said embarrassment flooding her face. She shook her shoulder slightly, the bird cackled with laughter.

Rolling her eyes she put the scroll back into her pack. Straightening her breastplate she gathered herself and left the courtyard. As she left the green grass she began to think.

Jarvan was not what she had expected.