"Demacia?" Diana questioned softly, her eyes drifting around the strange buildings. She could tell now that before, it wasn't a mountain in the distance but a large spiraling city. Everything was so clean, neat and orderly. The towers that touched the sky were smooth to her touch, white as if never to dirty the innocence and marble giving it an expensive touch. Almost every five feet they would walk, another flag would be posted waving in the salty air. Her nose scrunched up at the city, feeling strangely dirty as she moved along the rows and streets.

Quinn moved in front of her, the dark haired woman hardly giving the citizens a sideways look. Her face seemed only harden as the group entered the city. The woman let Diana place her stallion in one of the stables only to have the wild grey tear a door from its hinges. She tried not to smile as Quinn paid the man for the damages and moved along. Diana patted the nose of her horse, happy to have such a companion with her.

Her other capture, however, was more of the people person. Garen waved and smiled to everyone he passed. It was even more bizarre that he seemed to know everyone by name. Diana listened to the large man behind her as he spoke to a young child in the street.

"Is this for me?" He grinned, taking a delicate flower from the girls' hand. She shook her head softly, and Garen chuckled. "Don't worry. Lux will love it." He promised, carefully setting the daisy behind his ear. Diana frowned slightly at the exchange, wondering who Lux was and why in the world would he keep the flower? It was just some silly child.

Diana must have slowed her pace because Quinn snapped at her, telling her that the castle was just ahead. Cold anger lit inside the woman and she tightened her grip along the reins of her horse. It took all within her not to unleash her weapon and carve Quinn down where she stood. Day was still young, Diana would be much stronger once dusk came. Garen pulled up to her left, brown hair falling as he shook his head.

"Don't worry much about her." He said, voice lowered. "Quinn doesn't take kindly to strangers sometimes."

"I understand her concern." Diana gave a short nod, knowing if the roles were switched she would be the same way. Garen arched a large brow at her,

"Well, once Prince Jarvan sees you I'm sure there will be no need for it. You and your friend here will be welcomed, no doubt." He said, though his voice felt off. Emotion was hidden in it, which she could not figure out. Before she could speak up, Garen smile widened so much Diana thought he was going to break.

A bright young woman bounced up to the man, squealing his name. Diana didn't stop to watch the reunion, love was something she greatly avoided. Not because she had no interest, there was a time when the young woman had many suitors for a moment. It was because love was a useless feeling, only there to fill a void with hollow words and empty gestures. Love was a hoax.

Large double doors cracked open as Quinn and Diana moved closer. The castle of Prince Jarvan was no laughing matter. Just as there was a wall surrounding the city, there was another surrounding his court. Above the wall, Diana could make out just some of the many towers so suspected were there. Just like the rest of the city, the stones were white and marble smooth. The large crest painted with blue and gold over the doors and a flag waved proudly. Two soldiers were posted by the door, though it seemed unnecessary.

Jarvan Lightshield stood quite tall, his black hair pushed back in a wave fashion. His jaw squared and set, skin hardly without a scar or mark and eyes casting a welcoming gaze. His eyes seemed to lie as Diana stepped closer. Body rigid, hands folded behind his back and lips pulled tight. There was nothing comforting about the Prince. Sitting upon his shoulder was a large hawk, nervously fluttering its wings about. Diana frowned slightly, remembering the bird from before. It was obviously a pet, how could she not have known that?

"Welcome Selene." Jarvan said as the hawk quickly let his shoulder for the arm of Quinn. Diana gave a large, respectful bow to the man. It only seemed fitting.

"Thank you, Prince Jarvan." She said gratefully. With a flick of his wrist, a guard posted moved forward to retrieve the horse from her. Diana carefully gave him the reins, muttering the light commands in her Solari tongue. The stallion nickered softly before being led off to another set of stables, hopefully one that he wouldn't break through. With that, Diana followed the Prince inside of the doors.

Jarvan was silent as they entered the castle together, only the sound of her boots echoed along the large halls. Diana remembered just how much she hated castles. Her sword pressed to her back, a thought drifted into her head. What if the Prince knew of the Dawn? What if he had a clue as to where the Dawn was located? Would he tell her? Most likely not her but certainly Selene.

"Prince Jarvan," Diana spoke up, "Tell me, do you know of any other Solari's that might still be alive? I would like to contact them as soon as I can."

Jarvan glanced over his shoulder at her, "We can speak more about that later, I'm sure. There is no need to worry, Lady Selene. I will have my best warriors on the project of finding whoever did this to your fair city." He said with such courtesy she felt sick. Diana knew that the Prince would not be buttered up so quickly and she bowed her head.

"Thank you, again Prince Jarvan. I do not know how to repay for such hospitality." She said, though her tone was faked and smile played, Diana told the truth. How could she ever repay him? In a way, he was helping her get a step closer to the Dawn.

"No need to pay me, mi'lady. All I ask of you is to be truthful and honorable in my home." Jarvan said with a strange smile. Diana gave a curt nod. There was a time to tell the truth and to tell a lie. The truth could get her imprisoned or worse while the lie was just escaping the inevitable. She couldn't stay here but leaving would raise questions. Diana thought of her options to not only erase her from the pages but to careful trap the Dawn in one place. Only one could she be free in the end.

Diana had to die.