Thank you so much for all your support! Let's see… The upcoming chapters will be a bit mushy, please bare with me. I'll try to add in the action as soon as I can, but, I really want some Shyvana and Jarvan time. Sorry, I really like romantic things. Anyhow, uh, enjoy the chapter.

I apologize for the short and late chapters; I've been studying and doing homework. Since it's almost the end of the term and I want to do the best. However, when it's Spring Break, I'll update in a faster speed.

Oh yeah, one more thing, this chapter is dedicated to StolenPigWar, because he gave me the idea of the whole 'Dragon Royalty' concept. Thanks dude, thank you so much, and I assume you were the one who told me you are a fan of romantic things? . Of course, please give me more ideas. COMMENTS MATTER TO ME, okay, thank you!


"What about this one?" Jarvan suggested, showing her a strapless gown. Shyvana shook her head.

"It isn't really my type," She answered. "You know I don't like dresses!"

"Then why do you wear the ones in your closet?" Jarvan asked.

"Because," Shyvana said. "Those are the only thing I have in my closet."

"But I like a girl that's feminine," Jarvan started.

"Why are you saying?" Shyvana implied, narrowing her red eyes. "Are you saying that I'm not feminine at all?"

"No, nothing at all, I think I want my wife to be feminine in public and violent in private. Sort of like you."

That made Shyvana's heart melt, she placed her hands on his chest and looked up, smiling at the prince. "You know, you have a strange taste for female."

"Did you just insult yourself?"

Shyvana blinked once. "I-I think I did… Oh wow, this is… embarrassing…" Shyvana backed off as Jarvan started chuckling loudly. "D-Don't laugh! I'm still new to this whole… romantic thing…"

Jarvan raised a brow and nodded. "It's alright, you'll get used to it."

"But I don't think I'll-"

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Shyvana, what kind of flowers do you like?" Lux's voice popped out, she ran toward the couple, holding a bunch of flowers.

Shyvana smiled and walked over toward Lux. Lux stopped, shoving a colourful bouquet in front of her. She sniffed the scented flowers and sneezed, causing Jarvan to uncontrollably laugh.

"Your sneeze is adorable." Jarvan commented, covering his mouth with his hand, giggling.

Shyvana flushed a bit red, giving the flowers back to Lux. "Anything red will be nice."

Lux gave a small wink toward Shyvana. "Something flamingly passionate, I got it!" Lux commented, she began to walk out but she stopped. Shocked to see who was in front of her, it was Ezreal. Lux blush an insanely bright red, just like the shade of Shyvana's hair.

"H-Hi Ezreal, what brings you h-here?" Lux stammered, backing off.

"Shyvana invited me, for some unknown reason." Ezreal answered, smiling. Lux giggled and looked at Shyvana, giving her a confused look.

"You're helping me with decorations," Shyvana answered. "I assumed you have a good taste in artifacts, why not decorations?"

Ezreal nodded. "Sure, I'll be happy to help you."

"Not me," Shyvana started. "Lux is."

Lux suddenly dropped the bouquet and scram it to pick it up. "A-Are you k-kidding… Just me and him… alone…"

"I assume that we're going to do this together for next week or so." Ezreal commented, looking at Lux and giving her a huge grin.

Lux smiled back with her heart thumping on her ribcage. "I assume that would be correct." Lux glanced back and walked toward Shyvana, dragging her into a corner.

"Are you insane?" Lux whispered. "I can't survive a day with Ezreal alone!"

"Oh come on," Shyvana started, puckering her lips. "Your heart melts when you see him. I thought you two looked adorable!"

"Are you kidding? He has a girlfriend, okay?" Lux started, looking at Ezreal and Jarvan, who were socializing. She glared back at Shyvana who was giggling. "And his girlfriend summons me on a regular basis!"

Shyvana shrugged. "Your ultimate is pretty badass," Shyvana stated. "Either way, you can't just deny. What will they say?"

"They would say, 'Oh, I assume Lux wasn't herself today, perhaps, we'll leave her alone and never bother her again.' Simple as that…" Lux explained, estimating the future.

"Are you sure he has a girlfriend? That can be his best friend or something else." Shyvana started.

"No, no, no! I'm sure he has a girlfriend!" Lux spat out, loudly. Ezreal and Jarvan marched toward them.

"Who has a girlfriend?" Ezreal chatted out, confused.

Lux shoved Ezreal away and stormed out for the door, upset.

"Shyvana, what did you do?" Jarvan asked, concerned.

"Nothing, I swear," Shyvana confessed, putting her hands in the air. "I'm innocent." She took a gaze toward Ezreal. "You should… uh, see what Lux is doing now."

"Me?" Ezreal asked.

"Yes!" Shyvana answered. "Hey, do you have a girlfriend?" Shyvana suddenly asked.

The Piltover man looked in confusion. "What, why… You want to date me?" He joked. Jarvan gave a worried look.

"No," Shyvana said. "Just answer."

"Well, no," Ezreal began. "But I got someone in my eye."

"Is it Vladmir?" Shyvana suddenly asked, realizing she had said the wrong name. Ezreal and Jarvan gave Shyvana a strange look.

"Are you a fan of that 'Yaoi' thing, the summoners, who called themselves 'Otaku', kept blabbing about around the institute?" Ezreal asked, raising a brow.

"Um, what's that?" Shyvana asked, feeling completely stupid.

"I assume Yaoi means boy x boy, that's what summoners explained it to me." Jarvan shot in, causing Shyvana to flush red, embarrassed.

"Um, n-no, I-I just said the w-wrong name. And… well, yeah…" Shyvana started.

Ezreal wasn't falling for it, but in the end he just said. "Sure." Ezreal sighed and raced out of the Bridal shop. Jarvan raised his brow from confusion.

"What was that?" He asked.

"Accident, it was an accident, I swear." Shyvana said, nervously. With a sudden jerk from her body, she started to feel pain within her abdomen. She jerked her head forward as she quickly closed her mouth, hoping no fluid will fly out.

"Shyvana, are you alright?" Jarvan asked, concerned. As he clutched her arm, Shyvana looked at him, cheeks puffed. Nodding her head, she raced to the washroom. Hoping her pain will go away. Jarvan looked at his future wife, who is currently in pain, and sighed. He wants to help Shyvana with everything he can. However, Shyvana is a person that doesn't really desire to show her personal side out. He knew Shyvana was stubborn and sometimes, hotheaded, however, he also knew that Shyvana showed her soft side to him, once. He stood up from his chair and walked over to the entrance of the woman's washroom and waited. Minutes past, and no one came out or came in the woman's washroom. Jarvan grew worried, wondering what Shyvana is doing. He planned to walk in, but what if someone else was in there? Jarvan cursed at himself for not passing the idea of unisex public washrooms a few years back that one man suggested. He placed a hand on the door as the door flung open, causing Jarvan to fall. He fell, groaning.

"What are you doing?" Shyvana's voice rose up, annoyed. He looked up, realizing that he pulled down Shyvana's skirt. He quickly let go of the skirt and stood up, staring at her black panties. Shyvana sighed, picking the skirt up and tightened the belt by a millimeter. Jarvan coughed, regretting his actions. He looked at the emotionless Shyvana, wondering what she will do next. Slowly as the minute past, Shyvana started laughing. Jarvan gazed at his fiancée with confusion, he never heard Shyvana laugh. The only 'laugh' Shyvana made, was the gurgling flaming laugh she would make when she morphed into a dragon. This one was more human-like and sweet, like a female. Shyvana covered her mouth as she closed her mouth, still giggling at her future husband.

"What's so funny?" Jarvan asked, confused. Shyvana slowly stopped, regaining her breath.

"You should see your expression! It was adorable!" Shyvana said. Did I just say adorable? I guess I can really change for Jarvan.

Jarvan looked at the half-dragon and snickered. Leaning in for a kiss, Shyvana kissed back for a moment. However, Shyvana quickly pulled back leaving Jarvan confused once more.

"I don't want to kiss in public," Shyvana started. "It makes me… soft and I don't like that."

Jarvan ruffled her red hair and laughed, "Whatever you desire, my princess."


"How do you walk in these shoes?" Shyvana exclaimed, stumbling all over the place. Catherine chuckled.

"Keep your back up straight when you walk down the aisle," Catherine reminded, tossing her the bouquet, "Now, from the top again."

Shyvana sighed and walked down the hall, she turned around, back up straight and walked with elegance. Each step she made was terrible and looked flabby; Catherine sighed and told her to stop.

"You're even worse than I was," Catherine started, laughing. Shyvana frowned. "Looks like you have a lot to learn within the weeks."

"That isn't helping." Shyvana commented, continuing marching around, trying to get the best posture.

"The wedding is in two weeks, I assume that you won't get your walking perfected then," Catherine said.

Shyvana pouted, and grasped her stomach. "I'm going to master it for Jarvan. I want him to-" She suddenly, shaking her head.

"What is it?" Catherine asked.

"It's nothing."

"Alright, from the top… again…"


Two Weeks Later

"Congratulations on your success," Lux said, smiling to Catherine. As her blonde curls bounced up and down she said, "I assume Shyvana mastered the technique of walking down the aisle?"

Catherine shook her head. "I don't know, she improved the first day but then, she went downhill the next!"

Lux sighed and gently rubbed her hand on Catherine's hand, signalling her to not worry. "Shyvana will be fine, I promise."

Catherine glared at the Blonde and then chuckled. "What a prodigy."

The king looked at his eldest son in the room. He opened his mouth and began to speak.

"Today is when you wed," The king said to his son, all dressed up in a tuxedo. "Shyvana isn't the best candidate… or even a good candidate…" His voice trailed off.

"Father, I hope you change about Shyvana when you see her in the aisle." Jarvan started.

"I assume your mother perfected teaching her to the Demacian method?"

He remembered the moments with Shyvana falling down and trembling feet. However, he hasn't seen Shyvana within the past week. He assumed that she mastered it… or at least, remembers how to do it. "O-Of course!" He stuttered at the king. "She will be perfect."

"I will make my decision then." His father said, before leaving the room.

"Crap, Shyvana… Make this good..." Jarvan whispered.


As everyone settled down for the grand wedding of the century, Shyvana stood outside the hall with Garen, Vayne and Lux.

"I can't do this." Shyvana said, biting her red lips. She looked down at her gown. White, encrusted with laces, the top was a v-neck; revealing enough cleavage to make almost any man stare. The dress hung loosely on Shyvana as the fell to the knees; it also had an outer layer on the bottom as it trailed three feet behind her. The long sleeves covered her milky skin as a translucent veil covered her face. Her bangs were brushed back and tied up into a messy bun.

"C'mon Shyvana, you look beautiful!" Lux started. "However, you can leave if you want… I'm still mad at you for inviting Ezreal to the shop a few weeks back."

"I assume you haven't mastered the former walking posture?" Vayne shot up, pushing her glasses up. Shyvana looked at Vayne's usual outfit.

"Sort of," Shyvana answered, piercing at Vayne's outfit. "You could have worn something happier."

"Weddings aren't my thing; I have no time for romance." Vayne answered, crossing her arms.

Shyvana sighed. Garen looked at his sister and then to Shyvana. "Good luck." He said as the music from the grand hall started.

"Time for the bride to go in," Lux said, pushing the door open for the world to reveal Shyvana's face. "And remember, your parents are watching. Make it worthy for them to see their daughter once more!"

Shyvana took in a deep breath as Vayne tossed her the bouquet of sterling and red roses. She grabbed it and walked in the hall. She remembered what Lux said, and pretended that her parents were in the same room as her. She smiled and walked. Everyone observed Shyvana's posture as she slowly walk down the hall. Her back was perfectly straight, it was like if she was walking on a tightrope.

"I'm impressed," The king muttered to his wife. "You did well, Catherine."

Catherine smiled. "Thank you, my lord."

By the end she made it to the end of the hall, everyone was muttering about how perfect her posture was and how pretty she was. Finally, she was beside Jarvan. Jarvan leaned in to her ear.

"I assumed you like the dress I picked."

"I'll kill you after." Shyvana muttered back as the priest began his chanting.