Sorry, this chapter is sort of late; I've been waiting for Quinn to come out. OHMYMORDEKAISER, THAT ULTIMATE 3 I NEED TO BUY HER. Oh, I'm sorry. Well, anyways, enjoy this chapter!

Oh by the way, for any of you that are wondering why I don't write out Fiora's French accent, it's because that I'm not really good at sounding accents out… Um, English is my third language, so yeah. I apologize.


Chapter 8

"Sit." Jarvan ordered simply, as he sat down on the leather sofa beside the lamppost in the living room. Fiora looked at the prince and greeted him with a small grin and sat across from him. The butler poured some tea in two teacups; he pushed one to the prince and one to Fiora and walked off.

"So," Fiora began, after taking a sip of the hot liquid. She placed the teacup on the saucer and gazed at the Exemplar. "What did you summoned me here for?"

Jarvan bit his lip and closed his eyes, exhaling a deep breath. Fiora threw the prince a curved brow and glared into his spirit. Jarvan lowered his eyes and started to think about the most polite way to decline a marriage.

"Don't tell me," Fiora said, interrupting his thoughts. "You want to decline the marriage, don't you?"

Jarvan's skull snapped right up, amazed by Fiora's words. "H-How did you know?"

Fiora put bad smile on her lips and picked up her sword as she pointed it to the Demacian man. "Because," Fiora started, giving a glare. "I've been tailing you for the past month. I'm shocked that you didn't even know, perhaps, it was that peasant who was distracting you the whole time!" She jerked her hand back and swung her sword to her side, slicing the rose in the vase beside her. Jarvan gave daggers to Fiora's eyes and started talking.

"Peasant… Do you mean, Shyvana?" He started, piercing his orbs toward her.

"Of course I mean her, who else would I be scolding about?" Fiora hissed, crossing her arms, letting her sword dangling around her stomach area. "And not to mention, she's having your twins in nine months," She whispered, sitting down beside Jarvan and leaning on him. She leaned in once more until her lips met his ear. "It would be bad if something messed with her and all three of them, die."

"If you're going to kill them, you'll have to fight me first." Jarvan muttered, shoving Fiora away from him.

"Who said I would," Fiora started, she placed her slender legs around Jarvan and wrapped her hands around his neck. She tossed her sword on the floor, which resulted in a rather loud clang, staring at the prince with hypnotizing eyes as she successfully captivated Jarvan's spirit, "And besides, you're too precious to me…" Jarvan was spellbound with the body heat of Fiora, her sharp eyes showed lust, and her body was hungry for some Demacian love. Fiora leaned in toward Jarvan slowly and was ready for the kiss; Jarvan's body was frozen, allowing Fiora to approach him. Within three seconds their lips almost met, as Fiora leaned in once more the clashing sound of broken glass interrupted them. Jarvan finally realized what was going on and pushed Fiora back on the sofa.

"I'm cancelling the marriage." Jarvan muttered toward the Duelist before storming off.

"Shyvana, are you alright?" Catherine's voice hollered through the living room. Jarvan perked up and ran toward the hallway. Outside, Shyvana clutched her hand as it was stained with her own blood. Catherine looked at the fallen pieces of mirror on the floor, and then to her son. As Jarvan looked at Shyvana, her eyes were filled of rage; she stormed off believing in betrayal, before anyone had any reaction.

"Shyvana, come back!" Catherine requested after the fleeing dragon. She looked at her son and frowned. "Jarvan, go chase her, she's going to do something stupid if you don't!"

Without any warning, the prince stormed off for the raging dragon as Catherine walked in the living room, seeing Fiora picking up her sword from the marble floor. Catherine gave a look toward Fiora as Fiora faked a smile and walked past her, exiting the palace.

Fiora knew she's falling for Jarvan, she wanted to express her negative feelings for him, however, with Shyvana around she knew it couldn't be done. "There's must be something…" Fiora muttered as she exited the entrance and into the center of Demacia and slowly after she passed the marketplace, she came up with an idea. With a sinister grin, she walked into an alleyway.


In the Granoa Park in Demacia, couples were holding hands, children exploring the wilderness, people strolling around and Shyvana sitting down on a bench, flashing the memory around in her brain of Fiora's action to Jarvan. Shyvana couldn't believe the fact that allowed her to embrace him with her slim body.

"It's a misunderstanding." Shyvana told herself, as she repeated the words in a cycle within her mind. Trying to keep calm and not let the children be disturbed within her uterus. "There is no way Jarvan could fall for the Duelist… Can he?" Shyvana sighed, and rewind her memory to this morning.


Flashback

"Good morning Shyvana, I assume you had a good night sleep?" Catherine greeted as Shyvana stood up from her bed and changed into her Elite Guard outfit from the pajamas provided for the patients.

"It was a nice sleep," Shyvana admitted as they walk out of the hospital room. "You don't have to assist me, really."

Catherine chuckled and placed her soft hand on Shyvana's shoulders. "I came all the way for you so I can assist you," She commented. "It would be quite sad if you want this old lady to leave right now."

Shyvana bowed. "I'm sorry, my queen, please forgive me."

Catherine chuckled at the dragon and allowed her to stand. "My dear child, as long as you're making my son happy, I have no reason to rage at you. We're family after all." She pointed at Shyvana's uterus area and gave a small smile.

Shyvana never heard the word 'family' spoken to her in a motherly way since her mother was alive. She gave Catherine the softest smile she has to offer.

"Do you think… the king will consider me as family one day?" Shyvana suddenly asked, biting her lip, covering her stomach with her palms.

"I assume the king has some positive impression on you, he still doesn't know since everyone who knew you were pregnant keeps it quiet. But I know this, when he knows you're pregnant with the future, he would either accept you or kill you."

Shyvana gulped, "K-Kill me? Doesn't he care about his grandchildren?"

"Well, you are born from a farmer and a dragon. The king will just say that you have no noble blood within and won't let you be with Jarvan, unless some miracle happens and he magically likes you..."

"Are you saying that I have no hope with Jarvan?"

"I wouldn't say impossible, but rare."

Shyvana exhaled her worries out as she looked at the Lightshield Palace in front of her, the gate opened as Catherine pulled Shyvana in. As they made it within the manor, Catherine asked the butler where the prince is.

"My lady, the prince in the living room with Miss. Laurent, the prince summoned her for unknown reasons." The butler explained, bowing deeply as the Spiritmight woman crossed her arms.

"Thank you," Catherine thanked as Shyvana followed Catherine to a grand hallways, full of decorations everywhere. Shyvana was amazed with the decorations as Catherine stopped, pointing to an opened door.

"That's where the living room is, I assum-" Catherine quickly cut off her speech as Shyvana and herself look into the room, revealing Jarvan and Fiora in a close position about to kiss. Suddenly Shyvana's anger drove her into rage, she closed her eyes shut, not wanting to see the action rising between the two pureblood Demacians, she smashed her right fist into the closest decoration, a mirror. A clash of glass collided with her fists, revealing open cuts all over her hand.

"Shyvana, are you alright?" Catherine spat out, looking at Shyvana's injured hand as she pulled the glass out of her hand and threw it in the floor. She stepped on the red-stained glass as Jarvan exited the living room, eyeing Shyvana with concern. Shyvana squeezed her hand even harder, allowing the blood to drip before dashing away from the scene.

"Shyvana, come back!" Catherine screamed out once more, but it didn't goes into Shyvana's ear as she knowing that she can't wipe this memory from her album anytime soon. She could the feelings within her bursting out. She tried to hold on, and failed. With a tear leaking out from her left amber orb, she dashed out of the Lightshield Manor.


End of Flashback

Shyvana looked at her swollen flesh and sighed, looking up in the sky. "What if Jarvan actually likes Fiora?" She questioned herself, burning her brain by the second. She sighed and suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around, revealing Lux and Garen.

"Hi!" Lux greeted. "Jarvan is looking all over for you!"

"I'll tell him that you're here-" Garen began.

"No," Shyvana demanded. "Don't tell him. I don't want to see him."

Garen paused and sighed. "Fine, I'll let this go…"

"Thank you." Shyvana thanked as the Demacian siblings sat next to Shyvana. Lux grabbed Shyvana's hand as she grunted in pain.

"What happened?" Lux asked, concerned. She gazed upon the burning fleshes of Shyvana.

"Something… happened," Shyvana replied back, sniffling. "It's not a big deal, I'll walk it off."

"There are times in life where you can't hold your emotions in," Lux started, giving Shyvana a hug. "Let it out, it would be fine."

Lux's soft words calmed Shyvana as she started to bail out of her emotions out.

"I-I can't en-endure it…" Shyvana muttered, stumbling through her words. "I found out… Jarvan is hiding something from me…" She looked up at Lux and Garen with swollen eyes. "W-Why is romance like this? Why is it un-unfair?"

Lux calmed Shyvana once more as Garen slowly back-up and walked away, feeling that Shyvana and Lux should share the female moment together.

Lux mouthed a 'thank you' to her brother before facing to Shyvana and began talking. Garen gave a shrug and fled the scene.

"Who said the world was fair?" Lux began, frowning. "So what if romance is beautiful? Just like the world, it isn't fair as well," Lux began to think about the beautiful female summoner who is currently dating Ezreal (I'm sorry, I JUST HAD TO ADD THIS IN, LUX X EZREAL FTW) and gave a sigh, placing her hand in Shyvana's hair and began stroking her head. "If only he notices me…" Lux muttered, as her voice trailed off. Shyvana looked up, confused as Lux unraveled her hands from Shyvana's body.

"What do you mean by 'if only he notices me'?" Shyvana asked.

Lux started panicking. "N-Nothing… It's nothing!" Lux blabbed out, sticking her tongue, making Shyvana to giggle. Wiping her tears away, she sighed deeply.

Wincing, Shyvana began whimpering to the Lady of Luminosity. "I want to say it's a misunderstanding, but that look in his eyes then… I want to tell him that I love him so, but, how can I now?"

"Well, you have to confess now," Lux started, gazing her eyes upon the entrance of Granoa Park. Shyvana followed Lux's eyes toward the front of the park as Garen and Jarvan marched up toward them.

"I told you not to tell him." Shyvana started as the Demacian men approached her.

The Vanguard cleared his throat. "It's too late now." Garen protested sternly. He glanced at the prince as Lux stand up and let Jarvan take her spot. The prince observed Shyvana's actions as Shyvana looked away from the prince, keeping her distance. Jarvan placed a hand on her shoulder as she swatted him away.

"No…" Shyvana begged as her mood swings began to fly around.

Jarvan looked at the broken-hearted half-dragon and continued to comfort her. Shyvana once again swatted him away and began to tell Jarvan her emotions hidden within her soul.

"I don't want to be with you if you're going to kiss another woman," Shyvana's voice burst out from her mouth as her emotions came spilling out from her soul and into the prince's ear. As each second past by, her anger increased. "I always want to say that I'm proud to carry your children, but, do you think I want to say that? When I think of that memory between you and that woman, I really want to leave your side right now and probably raise the children myself. And if one day, my children came up to me and asked what was their father like… I would reply saying that he was a horrible person and got their mother pregnant and left her to die as he goes out cheating on-"

"Don't be sarcastic and you knew, I had never kissed another woman besides you," Jarvan interrupted as the rage within him started to burn heavily against his emotions. "You were my first and I was probably your first too, unless…"

Shyvana shot up at the prince and glared. "Are you saying that I've been fucking other men before I met you? Please, I was out searching for the drake who murdered my father! You knew that, you assisted me! And besides, you almost killed me with your lance." Shyvana stated, crossing her arms, waiting for the prince to reply back.

"I didn't know you back then, how do I know if you're lying or not?" Jarvan asked, literally screaming his head off. Lux and Garen looked at each other and started to back off from the fight.

"Oh, are you saying that I was a hooker then?" Shyvana announced, raising her brow. "Hey, you know what? I think you're an idiot. I already regret having sex with you."

"Excuse me?" Jarvan choked out, standing up.

"You heard me, I said you're an idiot and I regret having sex with you," Shyvana repeated, blowing the bangs away from her eyes. She pointed at her stomach and sighed. "I don't even think I want your children, maybe I should just abort them."

"You have no idea how much I want to punish you for your actions right now…" Jarvan started, clutching his fist.

"You have no idea how much pain you caused me today!" Shyvana shot back, staring her swollen hand.

"Can you please stop?" Lux burst out, walking towards them. "You'll disturb your children."

Shyvana and Jarvan focused their attention to Lux and yelled.

"This isn't the time for this!" They both yelled together, causing Lux to flinched and giggled at the same time.

"Lux's right," Garen joined in, placing his hand on Jarvan's shoulder. "You can't blame Shyvana for this, she did see Fiora on your lap and your faces were rather close…"

Jarvan glanced at Shyvana who was rubbing her temples; he turned away from Shyvana and sighed.

"I'm sorry." Shyvana's soft voice pierced up as Jarvan stared at her, confused.

"What?" Jarvan asked, shocked. He looked at the emotions overwhelmed his lover.

"I said, 'I'm sorry'," Shyvana repeated as tears randomly spill from her amber orbs. "I-I… I don't know what to say, my mood swings… " Shyvana wiped her eyes with her bottom of her palm. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She cried until all the water within her was gone, Jarvan observed her tears dripping away as it rolled down her cheek and was collected by the cloth of her uniform. Shyvana stepped back and began to run, embarrassed from what she have caused. She never meant to say all those harsh words to Jarvan, but her rage just spilled out, causing her to say the words that lied dormant within her heart. As Shyvana jogged out, a tug was made on her wrist and yanked her back, Shyvana felt her body fell as Jarvan scooped her up and carried her to the center of the park with Lux and Garen following them. Shyvana kicked and squirmed within the prince's arm. The prince ignored her as they walked past the center of the stage. The prince placed Shyvana down as Shyvana looked away from the prince, a sleeve of her oversized uniform covering her mouth. The prince closed his eyes and kneeled down on one knee, and pulled a small box from his pocket. An audience of Demacian surrounded the couple as some of them were chattering away. Shyvana retraced back a step away from the prince; she looked around and began whispering to the prince.

"What are you doing, Jarvan? S-Stand up! You're attracting people."

Jarvan ignored her sentence and opened the box in front of Shyvana, showing off a 9-carat red diamond ring, everyone was dazzled by the ring's debut as Jarvan began talking.

"I already cancelled the marriage with Fiora… I don't want that marriage to continue," Jarvan began. "The only one I want to my wife is you."

"S-Stand up, everyone's watching!" Shyvana repeated once more.

I'll kneel here," Jarvan said, answering Shyvana's sentence. "Until, you allow me to take your hand in marriage."

Noises up roared from the crowd as they wondered why would the prince ask a woman in marriage when he already has a fiancée. As Jarvan waited for Shyvana's answer, he observed Shyvana's body movement. Her eyes were flickering across the park as her body was shaking in either, excitement or fear. She didn't answer nor spoke, Jarvan started to think that Shyvana doesn't want to marry him. As Shyvana opened her mouth, Garen interrupted her.

"Jarvan already made the first move, say yes, Shyvana. You won't regret it." Garen said, softly.

She looked at Garen, completely shocked. Lux joined in the conversation.

"Yeah Shyvana, you know Jarvan loves you!" Lux chirped in, giggling.

"Yeah, marry him!" a young girl cried out, encouraging Shyvana to say yes.

"Come on! Please?" Another voice begged.

"She's way better than his previous fiancée…" One hollered out, with some agreement to that.

Shyvana was amazed by how many people wanted her with Jarvan and not carrying about Fiora's present status. She looked at the kneeling prince and opened her mouth.

"I do." Shyvana slowly said, agreeing.

With that reply Jarvan jumped up and slipped the ring on Shyvana's ring finger and spun her around with the cheers of Granoa Park.


Hi, it's me again. So, did you like it? I know it was not as good as my other chapters, so please review and give me your most honest opinion. Thanks.