Chapter 2

Okay, sorry for late update, I was re-editing everything. =_= Sorry, and please enjoy the chapter and this chapter is rated M. And of course, if you find something confusing, please tell me.

The nurse taking care of Shyvana stared at the Demacian prince who was sitting on a chair, looking toward Shyvana.

"My lord, not to be rude or anything but," the nurse started. "Who is she?" The nurse shot nasty daggers toward Shyvana, jealous.

Jarvan looked up at glanced at her nametag on her uniform. 'Naomi' said the nametag.

"Well, Naomi. She's a… woman that I helped during my time outside of Demacia." Jarvan answered, glancing at Naomi and back to Shyvana.

Naomi snorted a bit, and tilted her head down beside Jarvan.

"I don't think your relationship with her is strong," She started, fluttering her eyes, trying to get the prince's attention. "How about you spend some time with me?"

Jarvan paused and looked at the commoner nurse. "P-Pardon?" He choked out, confused.

"I said, 'how about you spend some time with me'?" She repeated. "Since you have no relationship with her I thought-"

"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting your time with the pretty nurse." A voice said out, quietly.

The nurse and the prince looked at the half-dragon, half-awake, covering her eyes with her hand. Shyvana gave a quite moan and opened her eyes, revealing the artificial light and a friendly face.

"Are you alright?" Jarvan asked, softly.

"Yeah… I am," Shyvana said, fuzzy in vision. As she sat up properly, the face of Jarvan appeared in front of her face. "… Prince Jarvan?"

Naomi gagged, and left the room, enraged.

"Eh, well then, did you sleep well? You gave me quite the scare…" He said, concerned.

Shyvana nodded and thanked him. "I'm… grateful, thank you. But the nurse-"

"Probably asking for sex or something…" Jarvan interrupted.

Shyvana raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me? Did I just hear the word 'sex'?"

"Yeah, I said that." Jarvan answered, leaving Shyvana in shock.

Despise Jarvan's formal personality; he also has a normal human personality that Shyvana never knew he had.

"I'm confused, why did you just say that nurse was asking for sex? Clearly, she wasn't doing anything like that." Shyvana continued, confused.

"Well, as the eldest son of the king of Demacia, I will carry on the traditions of Demacia and of course, I must select a wife. And of course, a lot of women in Demacia are desperate for me to choose her as my wife. So they can have many things and access to unknown mysteries of the Lightshield Manor and having the time of their lives." Jarvan explained in a deep breath.

Shyvana nodded in agreement. "Never knew being a prince was that hard. As a child, I assume all of you were just lounging on a nice sofa and let your servants to do all the work and crap. And about the marriage part, I thought your parents just choose for you."

"In the olden times, yes. However Shyvana, this is the future," Jarvan continued, laughing. "They are now a bit loose when it comes to marriage. Just as long the person comes from a noble family and meets the requirements of becoming a prince or princess then it is alright… I suppose that's how it goes."

"I think that's invalid," Shyvana started. "I think everyone has the right to love, no matter what family you're from, what race you are, what person you are. You have the rights to love anyone. I think that's the emotion of love." Shyvana added, thinking of her deceased parents: a Demacian farm-girl and a Noble dragon. A tear rolled down her cheeks as Jarvan reached for her tears and wiped it away from her beautiful face.

Jarvan smiled, "Now, I was wondering, Shyvana… Would you like to stay here in Demacia and become one my Elite Guards?" He proposed suddenly.

Shyvana tilted her head, confused.

"I know this is very sudden, you just woke up and all. But I think you have the potential to become a great fighter. And I heard… You don't have a true home, so, uh. I suggest you to stay and make Demacia, your new true home." Jarvan said, as everything slowly made sense to Shyvana.

Shyvana thought for a moment and nodded. "Alright, I'll trust you and make Demacia my true home. I guess that was what… mother and father wanted…" Her voice trailed off, getting quieter by the word.

Jarvan flashed a bigger grin than before and sat up. "Great, I'll get someone arrange everything for you before you leave the infirmary."

"...Should I call you 'my lord' if I'm now a Demacian?" Shyvana asked, in a strange tone. Her eyes were fluttering in a pattern which made Jarvan to look into her red eyes. Slowly, Jarvan burned up with an unknown feeling starting to mix within his stomach.

Jarvan thought for a moment and shrugged. "If you want, you can call me Jarvan." Jarvan suggested, biting his lips.

"Maybe when we're alone," Shyvana answered after a moment of silence. Her voice was strong this time, although her thoughts of her late-parents made her depressed, she quickly regained her pride once more. "Yeah, maybe when we're alone I would call you Jarvan… But I don't think that will happen." Shyvana added, thinking the total opposite of Jarvan's mind.

"Shyvana I-"

Before Jarvan can continue, there was a knock on the door that interrupted the Demacian Prince's speech toward Shyvana. After the door opened, a man came in. A long blue scarf covered part of his face. his massive upper body was covered in thick layers of armour.

"My prince," He began, starring at Shyvana. He gave Jarvan a sly look and chuckled under his breath. "Is she the one?" He added, changing the topic.

Jarvan gave a low chuckle. "Perhaps… Garen, perhaps she is." He answered softly, causing Shyvana to twitch a bit.

"Oh yes," Jarvan added, turning to Shyvana so he can introduce her to Garen. "This is Garen, my childhood friend. He is also the leader of the Vanguards."

Shyvana gave Garen a small smirk and a wave. "I'm Shyvana." She said weakly. Her head started to spin as if she was spun around a million times on a Merry-Go-Round. Suffering from dizziness, she started to look down at the mattress and rubbed her temples softly.

Garen waved back without saying a word.

After a brief moment of silence, Jarvan coughed and began talking. "Garen, I would like to see you after." He looked toward the door, giving the signal for Garen to leave.

"Of course, my Prince," Garen said, leaving the room. "Farewell Shyvana."

"Bye." Shyvana said simply, eyes closed. Garen assumed she was anti-social, due to her closed eyes and cold tone, and gave a unnoticeable frown and left.

As Garen fled the scene, Jarvan turned to face the sickened maiden and he started to look concern.

"Shyvana… Are you alright? You've been like that since Garen came in the room." Jarvan asked, worried as Shyvana looked him in the eye. Her body showed Jarvan she wasn't doing well. Her legs were tucked in to her chest as if she was a fetus, still within her mother's stomach, waiting to be developed. Her usual creamy skin was unnaturally pale, as if she stuck her face in refrigerator for an hour, she gave off soft moans at times.

"I-I'm fine." Shyvana said tired. Her lips chapped.

Jarvan sighed and pulled Shyvana closed to him. Jarvan instantly burned up, due to his body meeting Shyvana's.

"You're cold," Jarvan commented after, realizing Shyvana has little body heat. "You need warmth." He lifted Shyvana up so she could sit on his lap, he wrapped around his arms around her stomach. As Shyvana fidgeted on his lap, Shyvana felt a small amount of warmth. It's warm, but it's different. It's not the usual fire warmth she has within her. It's more of the soft warmth of an emotion Shyvana never felt before. And to the half-dragon, she actually likes this feeling.

"W-What, I'm a half-dragon, I am fire… How can I be… cold?" Shyvana asked, stumbling between words.

"The fire inside you, is perhaps the not the heat you actually desire." Jarvan said as Shyvana turned to face him in the eye.

They stared at each other for a long moment, Shyvana giving a confused look to crowned prince as Jarvan gave the dragon maiden a worried look.

"…Jarvan?" Shyvana asked, after the moment of silence.

Jarvan sprang up, leaving the dimension within the eyes of Shyvana. "I'm sorry, what?" He paused and batted an eyelid. "Wait," He added. "Did you just call me Jarvan?"

Shyvana thought for a moment of what she said and shrugged. "I… think so." Shyvana muttered as she wrinkled her forehead. Placing a finger on her cold lips, her bangs fell on top of her face.

Jarvan took his hand and swept his fingers along her face, brushing her filaments of hair away.

"You know…" He began. "You're beautiful." He didn't realize he said that out loud.

Shyvana jumped up startled. "What?"

"Did I say that out loud?" He muttered.

Shyvana nodded, feeling awkward.

"Sorr-" Jarvan started, but Shyvana quickly interrupted him with a kiss on lips.

Jarvan accepted the kiss by grabbing Shyvana by the hips and pulled her closer. Shyvana cupped his cheeks and started to feel the fire within her explode. She desired the emotions from the Demacian prince, she wanted the kiss to last forever and she craved for the prince's body. Slowly, the prince unbuttoned Shyvana's pajamas. After he was done, he broke the kiss, taking in a deep breath and continued on embracing Shyvana. He found Shyvana's neck and started to create marks on the bottom of her neck. Shyvana muttered out some groans as Shyvana's shirt fell down just below her shoulders. Jarvan reached for Shyvana's breast and, with a single movement, he pushed his body in sync with Shyvana's. Shyvana purred in a kitty cat fashion and wrapped her arms around the prince's neck, pushing them as close as possible. As Jarvan pushed Shyvana's body on top of him, Shyvana quickly pulled out of the desire and jumped off the bed. Shyvana grabbed the opening for her shirt and squeezed them together. Jarvan gave her a strange look.

"I-I… I'm sorry." Shyvana said quickly, looking away in shame.

Jarvan sighed and stood up properly. "No, it's mine. I shouldn't abuse your body."

"N-No, you didn't," Shyvana said plainly. Taking in deep breaths as sweat formed on her forehead. "I quite enjoyed it myself… I hope we can do it again-" Shyvana quickly sealed her lips and buttoned up her shirt.

Jarvan bit his lip and tried to ignore that last comment Shyvana added.

"Ahem, and I want you to stay here for a few days." Jarvan muttered, saying the first words that popped into his mind.

"Why? I can walk fine." Shyvana protested, lamely. Standing up, despise her leg injuries from yesterday.

"Impressive," Jarvan said, nodding as if he was talking to a six-year old child. "But Shyvana, I would like you to stay here for a few days, I still need to arrange you a home." He paused, thinking for a moment and continuing with much to say. "And I would you to be better before you officially work as an Elite Guard."

Shyvana sighed, thinking about what the Demacian prince just said. Nodding in agreement, she sat down on the bed as she looked up to the prince with her red eyes.

"Alright," Shyvana started. "For… Demacia."

Jarvan chuckled. "See? You're already treating Demacia like your true home!"

"Hm, maybe you're right… Jarvan." Shyvana said, kicking the blanket over her.

Jarvan stood up and gave Shyvana yet another smile. "I'm must depart," He started, with disappointment in his words. "But I will return soon. For now, sleep well."

"Thank you." Shyvana muttered as throwing the blanket over her head. Jarvan exited the room with a smile upon his lips and a tingling sensation throughout his body.


As the crowned prince returned to the Lightshield manor, he marched into his room, he found Garen sitting in a chair within his room.

"Hello, you're early." Jarvan greeted, closing the door.

"I'm terribly sorry," Garen apologized, kneeling down on the floor.

Jarvan laughed and gave a hand signal for Garen to stand up. "It's alright."

"My prince, you seem extremely happy today," Garen continued, sitting down on the previous chair he had sat on. "Is it because you're soon about to get married?"

Jarvan shook his head. "It's not that-"

"It's that girl… Shyvana, isn't it?" Garen interrupted.

"Perhaps…" Jarvan repeated from the last question Garen asked about the beautiful dragon maiden.

"Will your father approve?" Garen asked, concerned about Demacia's future.

"I didn't say anything about liking upon Shyvana." Jarvan began, confused.

"You don't have to." Garen said quickly.

Jarvan blinked once. "Pardon?"

Garen regretted what he said. "I-I'm sorry, my prince!"

Jarvan sighed and rubbed his temples.

"So um, what did you summon me for?" Garen said, changing the topic.

"I want you to escort Shyvana around Demacia within a few days. Just for her to know her new surroundings and hope that she doesn't burn anything down."

"Of course," Garen began. "So tell me, do you like Shyvana?"

Jarvan looked up at his childhood friend and started to burn up, trying not to remember what happened between him and Shyvana at the infirmary. He quickly forgot about Shyvana's perfect image and continued talking.

"So tell me, do you like Katarina DuCouteau, that famed assassin from Noxus?" Jarvan chirped up, laughing at Garen's sudden red face.

"Uh, I-I'm… What I meant was-"

Garen's stumbling words was interrupted by Jarvan's loud laugh. Tears are dropped from his eyes due to laughter.

"I'm just joking." Jarvan said, after his good laugh.

Garen softly take an exhale, trying to forget about Katarina.

"Anyways," Jarvan spoke up. "About Shyvana… I also want you to teach some rules about Demacia to Shyvana, that is all."

"As you wish," Garen said, standing up. "Oh, and your father said he wanted to see you right away."

Jarvan sighed, "What is it this time?" He asked.

"I don't know," Garen answered. "But I think it has to do something with your upcoming marriage. Now, if you're going to marry Lux, I-"

Jarvan halted his speech with his hand. "I'm not marrying Lady Luxanna, I don't think she's right for me and I remember the bro code. However my father would love Luxanna to become my wife, since she's a prodigy and all." Jarvan explained.

Garen exhaled as he gasped for relief. "So, who are you going to marry anyway, Miss. Shauna Vayne?"

Jarvan sighed, "That's the biggest candidate for my father," Jarvan explained. "He thinks that she is worthy. However, Vayne is emotionless and doesn't care about love. So, I'm not going for her."

"Perhaps, Shyvana is the right woman for you," Garen started. "She's sort of pretty, I have to give her that."

Jarvan groaned. "Garen, my friend, this isn't the time for laughter." He paused. "And I think she is beautiful, who said she is sort of pretty? Why, she has the same red hair that Katarina DuCouteau has!" He exclaimed, a bit upset that he judged Shyvana.

"Don't you dare insult Katarina like that! She is nothing like Shyvana, Katarina's hair much redder and prettier. It's like… silk." Garen said, blushing red.

"I guess we both have feelings for women that we basically have no chance being with," Jarvan said, sighing. Standing up, he leaves the room. "Now, I must depart to see my father. Good day Garen. I'll keep in touch with you." He left the room and making his way for the King's room.


"Father?" Prince Jarvan's voice echoed through the grand room of the castle.

"Son, welcome back, we have a lot to speak." The king said, greeting him in.

Jarvan walked in the room, and sat in the chair beside his father.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" Jarvan started, hoping for him not to say about the marriage.

"You've looked older; it's been around two years since I haven't seen you." Jarvan III said, smiling.

"Thank you, my lord." Jarvan IV thanked.

"Now, so tell me, you recruited this half-dragon named… Uh, what's her name? Saffron? Savannah? Sahara? Salina?" the elder started.

"Shyvana," The prince corrected, "And yes, but father, she is a remarkable fighter."

"Oh really?" The elder said, smirking. "I can see you have some feelings for this woman named, Shyvana?"

Jarvan scooted back. "N-No, of course not!" Jarvan quickly said, trying to not stumble over words.

He loves Shyvana, he know he does. However if his father knows his eldest son loves a commoner, he would possible exile him from Demacia and ban him from ever taking a step in Demacia.

"Hmm? Very well son. I expect nothing else from my eldest son. Now, about your marriage plans, I recommend Shauna Vayne, Luxanna Crownguard, Sona Buvelle [1] and Fiora Laurent. So, which one do you prefer?" Jarvan III suggested smiling. Thinking about what his son will choose for the future of Demacia.

Jarvan sighed. "Anyone you want. Each one is beautiful in their own way and I don't want to upset their feelings if I choose one over the other. And since you're my father, I suggest you pick the one you want to become your daughter-in-law." Jarvan lied.

The elder chuckled and nodded. "Then I choose Fiora Laurent. Beautiful and deadly, she could fight and make speechs and I think she'll make a great wife for you; I'll give her the proposal right away."

Jarvan bowed, thanking his father and quickly left the room, carrying a huge lie on his shoulder.

[1]- Since Sona was adopted from Lestara Buvelle, I assume she made her last name to Buvelle.