A/N: hi, classes are finally over. meaning I can continue this story! also, should Vi and Ezreal find out in this story (making Loyalty an AU) or have them find out separately in loyalty and the story I have planned for Ezreal?
Jayce felt antsy, th need to fidget was intense. He used all his training in self-discipline to keep from picking at his cufflinks. He knew that if he wanted to earn her favor then he would have to me on his best behavior.
He took a deep breath to calm his frazzled nerves. He swallowed thickly as he tried to push back his apprehension. He gently bit the right side of his lip gently, quickly finding himslef glad that she could not see his stress tell. He quickly grabbed his cloth napkin to busy his fidgetty hands as he spoke up.
"I must apologize, M'lady." He started slow, trying to stay calm and formal. His soft apology quickly grabbed her attention. Lissandra turned her face towards him and waited for him to continue. She was unused to anyone taking an interest in her, especially a young man that made his mark on the world as a hero.
"I seemed to have lost my head last evening while we were talking. It was rude of me to cause such an insult to you by speaking to you in such a demeaning way. I truly meant no offence; I do hope that you can forgive me." Jayce did not expect an answer, he simply wished to let her know his thoughts. He felt his heart skip a few beats as her icy voice filled his ears.
"Though childish, you provided no offence. It is quite flattering to catch the eye of a young man." speaking her piece, she appeared to be ignoring him as their waitress arrived. The girl was skittish and awkward due to Lissandra's presence. Jayce ignored the strange behavior as he was lost in what the Ice Witch had just said. His face felt warm though the rest of him shivered at her voice. He had never felt like this around anyone. When it came his time to order food, he said some meal from memory though now he could not recall what he had ordered.
Trying to overcome the haze in his mind, he suddenly realized Javan was speaking. Though, for the life of him, he could not comprehend what the man was saying. Once again,Lissandra seemed to take over his senses. He could not look away from her. He found himself wishing she was not wearing her hat so that he could see her lovely face once more. His mind drifting to her lovely figure in that form-fitting dress from the previous evening, making him feel hot.
He shook his head to clear it as the food came. How long had he been staring at her? He tried not to focus on the question, it was worrisome.
He turned his attention to the rest of the dining hall where the other champions were sitting. He was amazed own many showed up. His eyes widened and his chest clenched painfully as he spotted Caitlyn at the far end of the room. Vi and Ezreal had just arrive and we're greeting her. He prayed the dark corner Lissandra had chosen would be enough to hide him from them. He knew his white suit made him stand out and he really did not feel like childishly hiding under the table just to avoid them.
"Worried about being seen with me, Jayce?" The chill shot up his spine once again with the sound of her voice.
"N-no, of course not, M'lady." His awkward denial made Lissandra smile. She could sense his desire to be near her yet he was also filled with nervousness and apprehension at being seen together.
Lissandra was blind not stupid, she knew the ridicule that people went through after socializing with her. She often laughed at their misfortune because they always tried to ruin her plans. She found it most strange that she did not feel the same now when thinking about it happening to him.
Lissandra felt her own dose of apprehension fill her. She found herself unsure if she wished to keep socializing with the young Piltoverian. He was starting to awaken long dead human feelings within her, which she was finding most disturbing. She had killed those emotions centuries ago because they got in the way of her work. She could not have some young man ruining her lifelong plans completely with his gentle charm.
She had to stop this. But how? Piltoverian were known for not giving up. She would have to destroy his interest in her. It was the only way.