"I wish we could stay this way forever." Quinn murmured. Her eyes were closed as she listened to the sloshing of water against the bank, snowflakes hitting her nose.

"So do I." said Jarvan, back propped against a tree. Quinn lay beside him, head resting on his shoulder. The two embraced in the cold.

Quinn shivered slightly as the snow began to grow heavier. Jarvan chuckled, chest reverberating underneath her ear. "Do you want to get back now?" he asked.

The young woman shook her head, burring her nose into his cloak. She did not want to part from him. But then she remembered Valor. Quinn had promised him she would be back by midnight.

He would be angry if she were late.

As slowly as she could she took a deep breath. She wanted to take in everything about him. His smell, his touch. She needed to carry that home with her. "Alright." She said, moving away from him. As her side left his she felt instantly colder.

The dark haired man nodded and sat up. His cloak rustled underneath him. The snow fell heavier now. An outline of their bodies against the fresh snow made Quinn laugh. She pointed it out to Jarvan who laughed as well.

"Valor will be mad if I am not home when I said I would be." Quinn said sadly, brushing the snow off of her own cloak. Once she was done she looked over at Jarvan. He was just standing there as he always did, smiling kindly. Eyes twinkled in the night.

The moon overhead illuminated the snow around them like a dream. The river behind Quinn was just background noise now. The way Jarvan looked at her made her heart ache. There were no words to describe how much she loved him.

Slowly Jarvan extended a gloved hand. Quinn's face was melancholy as she took it. They said nothing as they began their decent back to the city. Quinn pressed close to his side again, intertwining their fingers.

Walking in silence, neither wanted to get back. Even though their toes were freezing, they walked leisurely. There was no one Quinn would rather be with. Jarvan was the kindest man she had ever met. He was valiant, brave, compassionate, loyal and so many other things.

Quinn sniffled as they saw the lights of the city come into view. A soldier paced along the top of the torch lit fortification. Their cloaks rustled the dead leaves underfoot, feet crunched along the snow. The trunks of the trees like strangers watching them.

The wall grew closer making Quinn want to pull Jarvan back to her. They could run away together. Off to some place with no judging eyes.

Bricks only visible by the moon came into sight. The guards overhead did not hear their approach. Silently Quinn and Jarvan slipped through a hidden entrance. Jarvan guided Quinn in first but followed closely.

The entrance was a trap door that led to the castle. Jarvan had said when Demacia was founded it was built as an escape route for the elite. The prince only discovered it a few years ago to see it was abandoned and disused. It was perfect for their weekly meetings.

Jarvan lifted the door from the snow and the two walked in the dark back to the castle. Quinn felt his hand tight on hers as she led the way. It did not take long for them to come upon the stairs that led to the throne room. Quietly Jarvan pushed ahead of Quinn to lift the lever that opened the door. It popped open and the two left.

They emerged from the scaffold. Quinn waited as Jarvan pushed the stone back into place. It was very convenient he had found the passage.

Once he had finished he turned around.

"Won't you stay with me tonight?" the prince said pulling Quinn into an embrace. The woman pressed her head against him, gripping his cloak in her hands.

"I wish I could." She whispered. Her small voice echoed off the walls. "But I have training in the morning."

The prince nodded, chin hitting the top of her head. Quinn pulled away first, looking up at him, arms still wrapped around his chest.

"You know I would want nothing else." She said, deeply sadden by the look on his face. He closed his eyes and nodded his head again.

"I know. Your job is important too."

Quinn smiled at him, trying to give the prince reassurance. "I love you."

"I love you too." He said leaning down to kiss her. Quinn closed her eyes as their lips met.

"Will I see you tomorrow?" Quinn asked through the kiss.

Jarvan smiled. "I hope so. I'll try to eat with the soldiers tomorrow."

Quinn laughed. "I am glad to hear it."

Jarvan stood up straight again. "Do you need me to walk you home?" he asked. "I don't want you to be cold."

The comment made Quinn's heart warm. She smiled but shook her head. "I will be alright. It is best we part here anyway."

Jarvan reluctantly agreed. "Alright, but please put on a fire once you are in your room."

"Yes Prince Jarvan." She teased. He smiled and kissed her one last time.

"Goodnight Quinn." He whispered in the night.

Quinn said nothing as she turned to walk away. She could tell Jarvan still stood in his place behind her. It took a lot to keep herself walking to the exit of the throne room.

She did not look back as she fled into the snowy night. As she exited the castle wind whipped her face. Winter in Demacia had always been blustery.

The walk home was swift due to Quinn's wish for warmth. She hoped Valor was watching over her in the sky so he knew she kept her promise. That bird, she thought fondly. She would be lost without him.

Not soon after she rounded the corner that led past the training yard she heard a chirp overhead. She looked up into the starry night, a shadow blocked the moon. She smiled as she recognized the shape of Valor.

He cawed loudly as she put out her arm. His claws lightly grasped round her shirt and cloak. She continued to walk as she stroked his side. "Thank you." She whispered.

Snow littered the ground ahead as she spotted the barracks, a few torches lit the windows. The gray building looked beautiful in the snow. She loved the barracks, although she could move to her own house now that she was a commander, the place brought her comfort. It was the closest thing to her home.

Shuffling quickly over the snow, Quinn practically bounded to the barracks. Reaching out a hand she silently opened the side door, shutting it equally as quietly behind her. Valor shook the snow off of his feathers as the two walked down the hall towards their room.

As they reached the room Quinn threw off her boots, placing them messily outside her door. As they entered, Valor flew to his perch. Even though it was dark inside she could see him cleaning his feathers.

Quinn unclipped her cloak and hung it up next to the closed door. Her bones ached from lying on the cold ground. She reached up a hand to massage her neck. Quickly, she bent over to start a fire, the coals from earlier burned a dim orange. She threw a log on top if the ash, used her flint and soon flames pierced the air.

Letting out a sigh she plopped onto her bed. It was cold in her room, but she did not crawl under the blankets. She just listed to the sound of the fire. It crackled every few heartbeats, a comforting sound that made her think of Caleb.

How she missed him.

Pushing the thought out of her mind she focused on an equally painful subject. Jarvan. The thought of him made her heart pound. She wanted to be with him every second of the day. She had never imagined she could be this happy with someone, especially the prince of Demacia.

She closed her eyes as she exhaled. She was glad Valor liked him. There was no way their relationship could have worked if he did not approve. "Valor, I don't know what I would do without you." She said sleepily.

Quinn seemed to grow weightless as sleep flooded her. The last thing she thought was how she wished she could tell everyone of their relationship. But she knew deep inside that people would disrespect Jarvan for it.

After all, Quinn was just a common bred soldier and he was a prince.