A/n: sorry it took a bit. Went out of town then had to come back to a bunch of homework. I hope you like this chapter. I hate asking but I really do love getting comments. It's very encouraging, and gives me ideas for the story.

A low groan escaped Jayce as he sat up in his bed. His head ached and so did the rest of him. He scrunched up his eyes as he shifted under his heavy comforter. As he moved, he felt a strong arm tighten around his waist. The movement made him grunt and slowly open his eyes to look down. He was not alarmed to see Vi clinging to him, it was not unusual for him and his two friends to pass out in the same bed after a night of drinking. He just hated how clingy Vi was, surprisingly Ezreal was not a cuddler.

Sighing softly, he reached down and gently removed Vi's arm from his waist. He tucked it next to her pillow before he crawled out from under the blanket. Once out, he slowly made his way off the bed and went around the edge to tuck his friends in. If he had a slight hangover then theirs would be much worse. He wanted them to sleep it off, they deserved the break.

He yawned widely and stretched his arms up. He felt the pull in his muscles, relieving the pressure building with the stiffness of sleeping. He loved the dull after-ache that came with each stretch. The simple gesture helped him relax and eased some of the pain in his head. He was starting to feel more conscious now.

The vague need to know the time nagged at his brain. He blinked blurry eyes as he looked his clock, trying to see straight enough to properly read the time displayed. His heart started to beat fast as the time finally came into focus, portraying the late hour. He clenched his teeth and hissed, it was getting close to the time for the Demacian lunch.

Trying to get his head together, he stumbled towards his closest and removed his suit. He grabbed it and headed for the bathroom connected to the bedroom, he had time for a short shower. He hung his suit on the towel rack as he shut and locked the door. He set the shower then began to strip as his mind began to wonder. He stepped under the water and let it wash over him, the steady stream of it helping his headache.

He raised his arms to run his fingers through his hair, stretching achy arm and back muscles. He liked to feel the water pool in his hair and soak in. The strange act helped him relax and think. He was nervous about the lunch. What if the Ice Witch was not there? He would miss another chance to talk to her. Though, then again, what if she was there? How would he act? Would he make a fool of himself again?

He grunted and shook his head as he started to wash his hair. Why was it that all the hard questions came in the shower? Most people found the answers to their problems in the shower, not make them bigger. Was this constant wave of lacking self-confidence his future now?

He quickly ignored that question. He could not focus on his many shortcomings if he was going to do this properly. He had to get a handle on the situation. His only problem was that he had never been so completely dumbfounded by a woman before. She was breathtaking; he did not know how to fight against the spell of her beauty and silent charm.

He quietly berated himself as he shut off the shower. He grabbed his towel and quickly began to dry off. He looked over at his white suit and was glad that he had not had to use it in combat. Its pristine look got dirty so easily.

He huffed softly at his ability to get sidetracked so easily and dropped his towel to pool around his ankles. He quickly began to dress. He fixed it to himself just the way he liked and smiled into the mirror. The smile quickly turned into a nervous frown. He just did not see the confidence he was looking for when he smiled. He found himself grateful that the woman of his dreams was blind and would not see how nervous he was.

J~*~L

Jayce took a calming breath as he entered the main banquet hall. He took a moment to focus his mind and looked about. He grew nervous as he did not see the Ice Witch anywhere to be found in the room. He sighed sadly and headed for a vacant table. As he walked, he heard hushed whispers to the right of him and looked over. He saw two servers whispering and pointing at the other entrance where the beautiful, frosty Ice Witch stood atop low steps of ice.

He watched the servers scuttled off as the Ice Witch started towards the table he had been heading towards. He smiled nervously and walked towards her. He saw her stop as he neared and his heart raced. He quickly yet gallantly stepped towards the table and pulled out the chair closest to her.

"Allow me, M'lady." He watched her stiff at his offer. He hoped he had not offended her with his gesture. He felt himself stop breathing as he waited for her reply. He silently breathed in relief as she nodded, moving to sit down. He quickly moved the chair in under her so she would not fall. He waited until she was comfortable before softly inquiring of her.

"May I join M'lady for lunch?" His chest constricted as she simply sat there. He felt as if she would deny him that simple treat. His blood rushed as she slowly nodded her reply. He smiled brightly as he took a seat, thanking her softly. Perhaps this would not go so badly after all.

L~*~J

Lissandra was an overly patient woman with the ability to put up with most any irritation to build a reputation. Though, even with this fine trait, she found political celebrations unbearable. Under normal circumstances, the victory feast would make her vilely ill. The boastfulness of the Demacian prince made her frozen crawl up her icy limbs. She could not see herself willingly wanting to go to such an event. Despite this, she was still a woman with some feelings and there was simply something unexplainable about being invited to something even when you were hated.

She smiled softly as she entered the banquet hall, feeling the air take an icy chill. The ice forming below her feet and carrying her sensed the presence of tables nearby. The table was by itself so no one would bother her and try to chase her off. She could not command her true fearsome potential and air of importance in this institute of truces. It was slightly sickening.

She moved towards a chair, wishing to sit down when she suddenly stopped. She felt a unhostile presence close by and felt the movement of a chair being pulled out from the table. She blinked unseeing eyes beneath her helmet in confusion. What was this person up to?

"Allow me, M'lady." The words were spoken in a soft, well-mannered familiar sounding voice. She knew it was Jayce, she had had him on her team many a time. The events of the previous night and his feeble attempts at flirting with her suddenly came to mind. She had thought him perhaps drunk and confused previously but now his pleasant offer and chivalrous act came as a shock to Lissandra's system. No one ever greeted her politely or acted respectfully on their own accord. For once, she was taken by surprise and felt herself thanking him silently with a quick nod.

She began to sit as he properly pushed the chair in under her. She had half expected him to pull some stupid trick by taking the chair from under her but it never came. His sincerity was concerning her. What would someone as hopelessly deluded and optimistic as him want with her?

"May I join M'lady for lunch?" The question was even-toned and had a slightly hopeful tinge to it, once more taking her by surprise. Lissandra felt herself slightly untrusting but ignored it. She nodded once more and rested her frozen claws, folded together, atop the smooth tablecloth. She heard him thank her before taking a seat a respectful distance away. This was a strange day but far from bad so far.