Sorry for the late update, I got insanely lazy over the weekend. I went to my friend's party and I was basically eating and watching anime the whole time and listened to complaints. Great times… Great times, anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter.

And just a heads up, I might redo chapter 4 because of various things I want to add in, sorry for the inconvenience.


"This is an outrage!" The king raged, slamming his wrinkled fist on the arm of the chair. "Why do you must marry this peasant?" He gave daggers toward Shyvana and his son. Raging after finding out that his future daughter-in-law is an orphaned warrior with no noble heritage.

Jarvan sighed, knowing one day he will suffer this punishment. He gazed to his left where Shyvana stood, slightly frightened by the sight of the king's rage. As they stood about in the Grand Hall, the drapes were closed. No sunshine came in as only artificial light was produced and was projected into the room.

"Well? Answer," The king spat out, impatient with his son's thoughts. "I don't have all day!"

"Father, you never gave Shyvana a chance-"

"One chance is too many! Jarvan, there are many fishes in the ocean to reel in! You can fish a shark or even a whale! But, you had to reel in a mackerel, or even worse, a rubber boot." Jarvan III's voice roared across the halls and into his son's ears.

"But she's carrying my children, your grandchildren!' Jarvan clarified, defending Shyvana.

Jarvan can feel the tension and heat in the room rising as his father's face turned completely red. "You did it… with her?" The king yelled out as his temper reached to its limits. He turned his royal attention to Shyvana. "Tell me, did you do it with Jarvan?"

Shyvana gulped and looked at her lover beside her. "Yes." Shyvana simply answered as her face began to flush deep red.

The king sighed in annoyance and turned to his son. "Son, how do you know if Shyvana didn't sleep with someone else?" He demanded, giving his son a sly smile.

Shyvana opened her mouth to speak, however the king cut her off.

"Do not speak until you are told to." The king ordered, glaring at Shyvana who flinched back a bit and bowed.

"Because I trust Shyvana," Jarvan declared. "She's wonderful, father, please just give her a chance!"

"My son, I am-"

"Enough is enough!" A voice cried outside of the Grand Hall, interrupting his majesty's speech. The open blasted open as Catherine stormed in. Her personality changed from a protective mother into a raging hurricane.

"My queen," The king said, tilting his head. "How dare you interrupt my speech toward our son?"

The queen bowed. "Dear apologies, my king, however," Catherine stood up and continued. "Do you think we should let our son choose his bride?"

The king nearly snorted and spoke. "I would love to! However, picking this warrior showed me that our son is not capable of choosing women!"

"But you said Shyvana was an excellent woman front the beginning!" Jarvan stated back.

"Silence, don't you dare talk back to the king like that," The old man snapped, raging he looked at Shyvana once more. "I want you to leave my kingdom at once!"

Shyvana's eyes shot up toward the king, frightened and lost in hopes. The king suddenly gasped as he spotted her true eyes. The king paused rewinds his old mind back to the days of him as a prince.


"Where is that damned dragon?" Jarvan the third roared out as he was filled with annoyance. "I won't leave until I see him dead!"

"B-But sir, the young prince is having a high fever! If it keeps rising, he can possibly die! I think you should go back and check on him-"

"That is not important to me right now; the princess will take care of him! We have many doctors in Demacia, I'm certain that he will be fine." Jarvan stated, not worrying about the state Demacia is currently in.

He turned to his troop and ordered them to search for the dragon within the murky forest. As his troop departed, the prince, himself, stormed up to the north. Memories filling into his head, when the dragon approached the small village just outside of the Demacian borders, and how it destroyed many human lives… He shivered in his thoughts and continued to search for the murdering drake.

A roar suddenly burst out of nowhere, awaking the prince from his trains of thoughts.

"There's that blasted dragon!" The prince hissed, running toward the direction to the vicious sound was produced and signaled off. As the twigs underneath snap into two, the sound of the roar grew louder and more vicious by the centimeter. And there, at the edge of the murky forest, the dragon was standing hall upon the ground.

Jarvan approached the dragon as he stand-by for battle. The dragon opened his eye and snickered.

"I assume…" The dragon began. "I assume that you want to kill me."

The prince gave a devious smile back. "Stand and fight!"

The dragon said nothing and dived in for the prince. The prince ducked, dodging his attack and he opened the dragon's arm with a lash of his claymore. The dragon winced and chuckled, he began clawing toward the prince, with quick movements, the prince dodged with ease, causing the dragon to get annoyed. The dragon flinched back as the prince continued to make marks upon the dragon, the dragon roared in pain as he stormed up into the sky, flapping his wings in agility as he became out of the prince's sight. The prince laughed.

"That was too easy!" The prince exclaimed laughing, but then, he stopped laughing as the sky started to turn black. He looked up, seeing the dragon like a bullet and was ascending down to him. The prince quickly looked in horror and before he could even react, his vision blacked. He wondered, was he dead? He heard roars across the plains. His eyes shot up, revealing his enemy was damaged heavily by another dragon, expect the dragon that saved him, was red and scaled with pride. The foe quickly descended into the sky and roared out before departing.

"I'll kill your child one day!"

The dragon sighed and stormed away.

"Wait!" Jarvan yelled out as the dragon turned his attention.

"Thank you."

"No problem," The dragon replied back. "Prince Jarvan."

"I'm surprised that you know my name," The Prince said. "I'm forever in your debt. What do you request?"

"Nothing," The dragon said. "Nothing at all." And with that he walked away.

Jarvan looked confused and decided to follow him. After minutes of following, the dragon became quite annoyed of Jarvan and turned back to him once more.

"Please don't follow me," He began. "Unless, are you my slayer?"

The prince shook his head. "Since you have saved me once, I think it's the best policy to spare yours."

"Please, leave me be, I have to return home. My wife is giving birth to my child."

"I see, I hope he or she turns out like you are."

"Don't say that," The dragon answered. "I want my child be like my wife, human."

Those words struck the prince. "What do you mean? Are you saying that you married a human?"

"Yes… Yes I did, and that caused many disruptions within my society. But, I love her and the child within her, so I decided to stay with her within my human form." He closed his eyes and morphed back into a mortal human.

The prince was shocked, not only dragons are amazing on the outside; they also can morph into humans.

"Can all dragons do that?" Jarvan asked, amazed.

"No," The dragon replied, brushing his hair filaments back. "Only a certain race can and I am within that race, a very rare race. Used to be the royal race within the dragon society… But that isn't the case anymore." He looked at the prince and gave him a small smile. "Now, if you excuse me, I need to see my wife."

"Can I come?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I mean, I want to see your child's appearance." Jarvan stuttered, wondering if he insulted his child.

The dragon snickered. "I guess that won't hurt, unless you be quiet when my wife gives birth."

"Alright."


"Where were you?" The Demacian farmer yelled as she breathed in and out as the baby's head popped out of the womanhood. The woman started screaming, wailing in pain.

"I'm sorry… there was something I had to do," The dragon said, grabbing his wife's hand. "But I'm here now, there's nothing to worry."

Jarvan observed the process of the birth, wondering about how his son was doing with the high fever, suddenly, he felt guilty, not carrying for his son.

The woman glanced at the prince and looked back, continuing to give birth. She grunted in pain, sweat formed on her forehead as tension formed all over her body. She squeezed her husband's hand, continuing to push the child out of her womb.

Jarvan thought about the process of his wife's birth. Was it like that? He didn't know since he went out on an exploration to Zaun when Catherine was giving birth. All he did was not care. He felt like careless beast. But watching the process of birth with his naked eyes, it changed him… it made him worry for his child, wife and the people of Demacia.

"Congratulations, it's a girl," The village's only nurse congratulated. She held a feeble child in her arms and gave her mother a look of her child's face. "She's so very beautiful. She looks like her father." The child started crying after its freedom from her mother's stomach.

The woman gasped in relieve as her body was drained from giving birth. Her vision was fuzzy and slowly came to a slumber.

"Hey Prince," The dragon muttered, turning his attention.

"Yes?"

"You have a son right about the same age as my little girl?"

Jarvan nodded. "Yes, I do have a son around your daughter's age."

The dragon chuckled and began talking. "Here's my request, if they ever meet each other, let them do what they want."

"I see," Jarvan said, raising a brow. "It doesn't that-"

"Yes," He chuckled. "That's what I mean. We are descendants of a deceased noble family within the dragon society. Do you that fill up the space of noble heritage part?"

He paused and turned to observe the wailing child once more, noticing her amber-pink hair and pale skin at a young age. She opened her beautiful red eyes and gave a goofy smile at the prince as he nodded. "I would like to have her as my daughter-in-law one day…"

"Then it's official, and if, I'm not unable to attend the wedding, why you hand this to my daughter?"

The dragon gave him a small pouch. He accepted it… as his visions broke out of sight.


The king quickly snapped out of his dream thoughts and looked at Shyvana; she look exactly like the child of the dragon. Her background also described the same as the child. He rubbed his temples and sighed.

Shyvana stepped back, for the first time in her life, she actually felt frightened and weak. She looked at Jarvan and sighed. "I-I understand, I'll leave this kingdom as soon as possible." Shyvana finally muttered as Jarvan clutched her wrist.

"I'll be fine," Shyvana started. "I don't want you to suffer because of me."

"But Shyvana," The prince said, looking into Shyvana's red eyes. "I'll suffer even more if you're not with me."

Catherine approached her husband and whispered in his ears. "Look at them, they love each other. I assume you have felt that way before?"

The king looked at his brilliant wife and nodded. "You know… I never break a promise."

"Listen," The king roared, as he got the couple's attention. He paused and sighed once more. "You have my permission to marry my son."

Shyvana's jaws dropped. "A-Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, I am sure," The king said. "You have to thank your father though."

Shyvana tilted her head. "My f-father…"

"Yes, your father, he was the one who vowed the promise. And I agreed with it. You've changed a lot, Shyvana. But there was one thing you haven't changed about…"

"And that is?"

"You still look very much like your father." The king answered, giving her a small smile. Shyvana started crying once more as she wiped her tears on her sleeve. Jarvan approached Shyvana and hugged her as he thanked his father for this approval of marriage.