Garen and Jarvan stood together in the middle of Jarvan's room, on a rug made out of some strange beast's fur. The two gigantic men had been friends for many years and were supposedly having a serious meeting about the wedding's security details.

"So bro, you uh, been hittin' that."

Garen was far more crass than usual, having been relieved of his post for the day and chugging several pints of brew within the past hour.

"Course man, her tongue is like nine inches, which is nearly as big as my-"

"mm-hmmm"

Jarvan was interrupted by a muscular Yorlde, with a large hammer, tapping his foot. Looking at him with scorn in her eyes.

"Nine inches huh Jarvy? That's a bit of an overestimate from where I'm standing."

Poppy's reply was curt in tone and rather mean-spirited, but she needed to abuse Jarvan at this moment.

Garen could do nothing, but stifle a laugh as he extended a fist towards Poppy for her excellently timed burn, which she did indeed pound back. She had nothing against Garen, he might have been a bit of an oaf, but he was a strong warrior, and she gave him that.

"How long have you been standing there?"

Blushing profusely, Jarvan tried to retain as much of his princely aura as he could, but being cut down by a woman half your size, who can beat you in an arm-wrestling contest, is a blow one does not easily get over.

"Long enough."

Jarvan waved Garen away as Poppy wandered about Jarvan's chambers, examining this and that, finally taking her place on his bed, as though she wanted to be drawn like some kind of French girl. Absent mindedly circling her left index finger on his silken sheets, Poppy continued with her roasting of the future king.

"Oh come now Jarvy, you act like I haven't seen it before. Or did you forget that night at camp hmmm?"

Indeed, Jarvan and Poppy had had a night of drunken passion on his last hunting trip. It had gotten cold and the both of them were piss drunk, so it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Still, how a Yordle can consume 13 pints of ale and retain a memory of the event astounded Jarvan as all he remembered was waking up cold, hungover, and naked next to Poppy underneath a bear skin blanket.

"I bet you haven't even slept with fire crotch yet, have you?"

Poppy stared hard in to Jarvan's now beet red face for a few moments before giggling as best she could.

"Oh my Gods you haven't. Are you really trying to impress that fool with your fantasies?"

Poppy fell over in hysterics. She hadn't meant to hurt Jarvan as much as she had, but he deserved it. Not even a box of chocolates afterwards, all he had said was "Sorry," after their night together and packed his things in a drunken haze. Like she was some kind of mistake. Now he had this new squeeze and he was head over heels for Dragon girl.

"Poppy please, let me explain."

"No, no need to. I get it. You're not in to little blue women, I get that, most humans aren't. What I don't get is why you haven't tried talking to me about it in eight months, like we never happened, like I couldn't care for you, like I couldn't have loved you!"

Poppy gasped as that last part hadn't meant to come out. She had let it slip and there was a very long, awkward silence in the room until Jarvan cleared his throat and began speaking in a hushed tone as he took a place on his bed, sitting next to Poppy, stroking her hair with his strong left hand.

"It's not that I never cared for you Poppy, I care deeply for you, dare I say it, I love you. It's just that, that night, I compromised our friendship for something that could have ruined our relationship. I never wanted to hurt you and I've been trying to find a way to say that, while I do love you, I just want our friendship to continue as it always has without that night having ever happening. Can you ever forgive me?"

Poppy's eyes were welling up with tears, she looked up in to Jarvan's deep brown puppy dog eyes and could see he was being as sincere as possible with his words. It was not the answer Poppy was looking for though. Pushing him to the ground with her great strength, Poppy took Whomper and stormed out of the Prince's room, running back to the guest room, tears streaming down her face, right past a very confused Shyvana.