Questions, WHO WANTS TO READ ABOUT SHYVANA, IN A WHITE WEDDING GOWN, WALKING DOWN THE AISLE HOLDING A BOUQUET OF RED ROSES? (I bet half of you say yes, half of you say no)

Second, Catherine Spiritmight… Is she Jarvan IV's mother? I assume she is, so I'm putting her in the chapter. And I checked the JOJ (Issue 7), and it seemed that Jarvan the III got married to Catherine Spiritmight 25 years ago, but if I missed something out then please correct me. I beg of you, good people of the world.

Third, I'm sort of planning to write an AkaliXShen (or another OTP) one-shot soon. Why? Because Shen and Akali are cannon! One of my personal favourite shippings, I must add. And not to mention, Akali is hot (Okay that sounded really weird, because I'm a female and I'm straight. Believe me; I have a strange obsession/crush for Ezreal… Okay then, MOVING ON!)

Oh yes, the appearance of Shyvana is her Ironscale skin. Because that is her only skin that she looks fully human.

And to be honest, I like writing tragedy stories, and I willadd some soft tragedy in, and no, I won't write about the loss of Shyvana's children… again. It would be something else. And when I mean by 'tragedy', it's always something depressing with a bit of a cliff-hanger within, and most of the time, it doesn't include death. But sometimes, I add it.

I guess that's all I have to say…

Chapter 7

"This is stupid," Fiora muttered as she walked out of the dressing room in a strapless diamond white wedding gown, her hair tied up in a messy up-do. "I could be drawing… or, finding worthy opponents…"

Lux marched in, smiling. She raced to Fiora as Fiora gave her a smile, waving.

"Hi Fiora," Lux greeted as she placed a white rose in Fiora's hair, "You look so pretty and you look like the opposite of Morgana… That's like an angel!"

Fiora cocked a brow toward Lux. "Isn't that Kayle?" She gazed back into the memories of her own past, revealing the Judicator's appearance. A helmet and body armour. 'That is the perfect outfit for a wedding.' Fiora thought cynically.

Lux thought for a moment started to laugh. "Oh yeah, you're so smart!" Lux ran over to Jarvan, who was sitting on a chair; observing the dress on Fiora.

"So, do you like that one?" Lux asked, with a goofy grin on her face.

"It's uh, acceptable." Jarvan said, looking at Lux who gave a little pout.

"I think it's-"

"What are you saying?" Fiora interrupted, storming toward the fellow Demacian. "White doesn't suit me at all and you say it's acceptable?"

"Well, I think the gown is fine," Jarvan began. "But we can't change the colour, just because you don't like it, Fiora. The Lightshield bride has to wear white for purity. It's not my rules however, we must follow them."

Fiora sighed, enduring the prince's words. "Can I have at least something that doesn't make me look like a hooker?" She finally spoke, twisting her head at the Exemplar.

Jarvan shrugged. "It's your gown."

Fiora sighed once more, and walked away, looking for sleeved gowns.

Shyvana lay in the bed, drowsy. She was extremely bored, she wanted to do something, but something kept her from doing anything, perhaps, it was the child. To keep herself busy, Shyvana kept sleeping and sleeping. Nothing else, and by the time it was noon, Shyvana couldn't sleep anymore. She sat up, breathing through the inhaler as a knock on the door was made. Shyvana removed her inhaler and placed it back to the machine as the door opened.

"How are you doing?" a dark voice pierced out.

Shyvana sighed, "I'm fine, thank you, Vayne."

Vayne walked in the room, with her crossbow on her back, placing her butt on the chair and stared at Shyvana.

"Why are you here?" Shyvana asked, pushing the blanket away.

"I was in the neighbourhood, bored. Thought it would be nice of me to visit you," Vayne explained, adjusting her shades. "You better thank me for this."

"Thank you?" Shyvana muttered, confused.

Vayne nodded. "That is what I like to hear," She said, pausing. She looked at Shyvana's womb, knowing the child is within her. She placed her gloved hand on Shyvana womb, and suddenly gave a small un-natural smirk then frowned. "You know… the royal wedding is within the month…"

Shyvana nodded, "I'm aware of that."

Vayne shot up at Shyvana. "Do you even care about your lover getting married to a Demacian woman that detested you to death?" Vayne asked, gazing at Shyvana's expression.

Shyvana sighed and faked a smile. "Not at all," She lied, trying to hold her emotions back. "It's for Demacia-"

Vayne stood up. "Lies," She started. "I can see through your emotions."

Shyvana gagged. "W-What are you talking about?"

"I do dislike you," Vayne continued. "However, you're carrying the prince or princess of Demacia within your body, you have to take cautious. For past month, the King ordered me, Garen, Lux and Jacqueline to tail you, nothing special happened. Just your ordinary life, but then, yesterday… Garen found out that you were pregnant, and not just pregnant with anyone… You are pregnant with Jarvan's child. Garen was about to tell the King, however, I stopped him and convinced him to not say anything." She stopped, pushing her shades up and continued. "I did that because it's your responsibility to tell the king, you're carrying his grandchild."

Shyvana looked at Vayne and frowned. "Why are you doing this if you hate me?"

"Because, I hate Fiora more than I hate you," Vayne replied, biting her lips. "At least you know how to care. Fiora... I just hate her..." Vayne turned to Shyvana and walked toward the door. "Remember Shyvana, if you don't tell him, it's too late."

"I don't understand…" Shyvana started. "Why did she say all those things to me?" She admits that she doesn't want Jarvan to marry Fiora. Even though, she had only met Fiora once, however, Shyvana dislike her, due to her first impression to her by calling her a mere peasant with no talent. Shyvana blew a cloud of smoke into the air as she put back her inhaler and flopped back to sleep. But before she fully went to sleep, the door opened once more. Shyvana sat up, revealing an old woman with white hair. The woman might be old, but her face was preserved young. Her emerald necklace hung loose around her neck that matched perfectly with her velvet dress. She gave a grin to Shyvana and walked toward her.

"Hello Shyvana." She began as Shyvana pulled her inhaler away.

"Hello," Shyvana started, confused. "Who are you?"

The old woman laughed. "You don't know me, but I know you."

"That sounds a bit weird, like a stalker…" Shyvana mumbled.

She continued laughing. "I apologize, Shyvana. I'm Catherine." Reaching her hand out as Shyvana shook Catherine's hand lightly. Catherine smiled and gazed at Shyvana's womb and slowly, placed her hand on the womb area.

"I assume you're carrying Jarvan's child, am I right?" Catherine started, giving a slight frown toward Shyvana.

"I-I… I mean, how did you know?" Shyvana asked, confused.

"Garen told me," Catherine replied back, brushing Shyvana's hair back. "It's a good thing because I wouldn't know that I'll be expecting a grandchild."

Shyvana's eyes pierced the woman's soul. "Y-You're… Jarvan's… mother?" Shyvana choked out, scared. Quickly Shyvana covered her face with her blanket, avoiding contact with Catherine.

Catherine frowned and pulled the blanket away from Shyvana. Shyvana underneath was in a fetus position, like how her child is doing now. Catherine sighed, and told her to face her. Shyvana looked at Catherine and stared at the Demacian Queen.

"Y-Your highness I-"

"Now, now, no need to say anything formal towards me, just call me Catherine." The Demacian Queen began, placing a hand on Shyvana's cheek.

"Okay… Catherine," Shyvana began. "A-Aren't you mad that your son had… uh, sex with another woman besides Fiora?"

"Well, to be honest," She started, sighing deeply. "I was. But not anymore, seeing that my son falling in love makes me happy. And you Shyvana, yes, it's true that you're not from any Noble family, however, you are a remarkable woman, so I trust you. And I hope, one day, my son will propose to you for your hand in marriage."

"B-But," Shyvana started, grabbing on hold of Catherine's hand. "Jarvan is going to get married soon, and the plans are already made and-"

"Calm down, my dear," Catherine interrupted as she began to lecture the half-dragon. "Everything is going to be fine. It is true that my husband doesn't think you are a good candidate; however, you're carrying the future of Demacia within your womb as it develops. And that makes you the ultimate candidate for Jarvan. The king has no choice but to allow the marriage."

"But, wouldn't he force me to leave after my child is born?" Shyvana mused

"Not if you bond with him within those ten months," Catherine said, smiling. "I like you already, Shyvana."

"What about Fiora?" Shyvana started.

Catherine's eyes narrowed. "She's strange, and I don't think she's a good wife for my son. I don't think she even want to have children."

Shyvana laughed. "That's Fiora for you and I assume that-"

The door opened once more, revealing the previous nurse who cared for Shyvana, Naomi. She walked in with a wheelchair.

"Shyvana, you have your check up now," Naomi began, rolling her eyes.

"Is it alright if I came along?" Catherine asked looking at Naomi.

Naomi shrugged. "Sure, as long as you don't cause any ruckus, I have no problem with it." She answered, helping Shyvana in the wheelchair. They walked out of the room and into the examination room. As an ultrasound scan was prepared on Shyvana, the queen and Naomi looked the screen, showing the baby fetus.

The doctor looked at Shyvana with glee and smiled. "Congratulations, they're twins." The doctor congratulated as Shyvana smiled.

"I'll be expecting grandchildren…" Catherine shouted, happily.

"D-Do you know which gender they are?" Shyvana suddenly asked, all pumped up.

The doctor shook his head. "The genitals haven't been developed yet, I apologize. But if my predictions are correct, it would probably be a girl and a boy."

Shyvana smiled toward Catherine as they left the hospital and back to Shyvana's room.

"I think I should get out of the hospital soon…" Shyvana started as she sat down in the chair.

Catherine frowned slightly. "I think you should stay for another week or so."

Shyvana shook her head. "I'll be fine and besides, I'll ask for a vacation."

The Demacian woman smiled and chuckled. "Alright then, make sure to get a lot of rest, drink a lot of milk, never touch any drugs or alcohol, and of course, the most important one of all, don't rage, it can lead to miscarriage."

Shyvana nodded. "Alright, I'll keep those in mind. Thank you." She paused. "Does it hurt when you gave birth to Jarvan?" She added, frightened.

"I was in labour for twenty seven hours! Plus another two hours until Jarvan actually came out. But everything was worth it, he was adorable and he had the most adorable bottom!" Catherine mused, happily, thinking about Jarvan as a baby.

Shyvana burst out laughing as the door opened once more. It was Jarvan (finally), who was shocked at his mother's appearance.

"Mother… What are you doing here?" Jarvan asked, grabbing his mother's hand and rubbed it slightly.

"Doing what you should be doing. instead of spending time with Fiora," Catherine snapped. "Spending time with Shyvana and lecture her."

"Mother… I don't think-"

"No need to worry," Shyvana quickly interrupted. "Really, it is. Don't worry."

"When you say don't worry, it's when I worry the most." Jarvan said, walking toward Shyvana, sitting down on the bed beside her, stroking her cheek.

Catherine stood up and smiled. "I should be leaving, your father will question me," She faced Jarvan and Shyvana. "Jarvan, take care of Shyvana, she needs it." She added before departing.

Shyvana gave a wave as the door closed. Jarvan nuzzled her neck as she giggled. "Quit it." She ordered, pushing Jarvan away.

"How's my beautiful dragon doing?" Jarvan flirted, kissing her on the forehead.

"Well, I just came back from the ultrasound," Shyvana started.

"And did something interesting happen?"

"And apparently, we're having twins." Shyvana whispered, embarrassed.

Jarvan gave her a huge smile and kissed her once more.

"Looks like you won't be moving after ten months…" He whispered, pulling Shyvana into a deep hug.

"I guess you didn't pull out quick enough…" Shyvana muttered as Jarvan's expression completely changed.

Jarvan gazed at the dragon. "You were the one who ordered me to stick it in you and leave it there." He corrected, making Shyvana go back to the moment when they had sex. Shyvana remembered her actions while burning deep red and buried her face in the prince's chest, again embarrassed.

"I blame you for listening to my orders," Shyvana framed the Demacian prince, groaning between words. "The pain during childbirth is unbearable, so many hours of labour!"

"But you were so happy when I stuck it in you." Jarvan taunted as Shyvana shot her head up, glaring at her lover. Then she remembered all the moans that came from her from that night with the Demacian prince. She bit her lip and pushed Jarvan away.

"You're so perverted, what happened to your serious side?" Shyvana stuttered while scooting away as filaments of her hair fell down imperfectly in front of Shyvana's face.

"I have my sides," Jarvan answered while he scooped up Shyvana in his arms and carried her like an infant. "And besides, you're the only one I would show my perverted side too." Shyvana positioned her head on top of Jarvan's chest during which she tucked her body in, allowing the prince to carry her easily.

"As a kid, I've always wondered how my future will be," Shyvana started as Jarvan placed her in the bed. Shyvana closed her eyes while the prince placed her inhaler around her mouth. "I think I can answer that question now." Muttered the maiden before the sleep took over her body. The prince stood beside the partial dragon until she fully drowsed within her dreams. He sneered once more at the beautiful woman before departing with haste.

Sorry for the short chapter. I'll make it up for you in the next chapter; I assume that is where the action comes along.