Sorry this chapter was late; I started on my Talon X Quinn story. And the fact that I'm busy in school, mostly when it came to square dancing. It felt so weird dancing with a boy that's shorter than me; I had to kneel down… in order to dance with him. Anyways, moving on!
And let me tell all of you something, I write stories, not for followers, reviews or any fame; I do it for my passion of expressing my feelings for League of Legends and literature.
Like I said, before in a previous chapter, I don't write Fiora's accent out, why? Because 1, I suck at writing sentences with accents and 2, I'm just learning how to speak and write in French, so technically, I'm not ready yet. Hope you enjoy the chapter, DEMACIAAA!
"Stupid parties that comes after weddings," Shyvana huffed, knowing that the party disturbed her and her husband's moment together. "And to think, I was so close!" She gazed around at the drunken Demacians within the grand hall. She traced her finger over the brim of the wine glass, full of air. She remembered that Jarvan told her not to touch anything relating to alcohol. She sighed, literally dying of boredom. She gazed at her husband, who was talking to his father's friends, and stood up at walked out of the grand hall and outside to the fields of small meadow, just outside. She walked down the staircase as the cascade of the starry night filled her vision. She took in a deep breath and gazed at the meadow, deciding that she can spend her time in the meadow before anyone noticed that she fled the grand hall.
The hot air of the night felt nice upon her skin as she scattered about in the meadow like a young child trying to find something. She scanned her orbs around the field.
"Having fun?" An accented voice asked. Shyvana turned around, seeing Fiora, leaning on an arch, giving her a cackle.
"Fiora, what brings you here?"
"Just saying, congratulations," Fiora started, smirking, stabbing her sword on the soil.
"You have way more to say than just 'congratulations'," Shyvana stated, keeping her distance. "Either way, I don't let you take what you want."
"Don't strain yourself, you are pregnant after all." Fiora warned, laughing. Then, she stopped offering the worst frown she had to Shyvana. She pulled her sword out from the soil and pointed the sharp blade toward the white bride.
"Be careful with that thing, you're at a risk of killing three people." Shyvana stated, dodging the sword.
"So, you're having twins, ugh, how long did you slept with him?"
Shyvana's eyes twitched as Fiora continued. "I should have been the one in the wedding dress today, marrying the prince. But no, you just had to be the slut who messed under the sheet with Jarvan. I've been waiting the day of my house restored, but no. You ruined it, well played, dragon, well played. Now mon famille will never be restored it way it was!" She paused as Shyvana stepped back. She cackled like a witch and finished her speech. "Watch out, Shyvana. I'm going to get you. No matter what the cost will be." She tucked her sword in and stormed off, leaving Shyvana with the most confused look on her face.
"Shyvana, there you are."
Shyvana twisted her head back toward the direction of the palace, seeing Jarvan who was walking down the staircase. Shyvana offered a sleepy smile and sat down on the meadows.
"Are you upset or something?" Jarvan questioned, concerned about his drowsy wife. "D-Did you drink alcohol?"
Shyvana shook her head. "I'm just tired." Answered the sleepy dragon, she ruffled her loose hair. She located her hand on her slightly curved abdomen as her vision dimmed. She gave out a small yawn. Jarvan chuckled and placed Shyvana on his laps. Shyvana opened her mouth, wanting to tell her husband about Fiora's actions; however the Exemplar interrupted her with his voice.
"Shhh," The prince started, calming his wife down. "Sleep, you have a big day tomorrow." Shyvana obeyed and closed her eyes, letting Jarvan IV's voice to take command. Soon enough, she fell asleep. The Demacian gave the maiden a small chuckle, getting ready to help Shyvana to get to bed. As he approached to the staircase, everyone fell silent and looked at the groom, with the bride in his arms. Jarvan gave a 'Shhh' before departing from the grand hall. After Jarvan left, the grand hall resumed back to its talking and laughter.
Jarvan opened the room as Shyvana was still placed on his arms. He gave a chuckle and placed her on the bed. Thinking over if he should help her take off her gown, he turned on the light. He heard groans coming out from the princess, who flicker her eyes opened.
"Sorry, I didn't know you weren't fully asleep."
Shyvana sat up, ruffling her hair. "Don't apologize. Its fine," She rolled off the bed, placing her veil on the side table. "I'm not tired anymore." Jarvan understood and locked the door. Shyvana toyed with the teddy bear in the corner on the room. She giggled, turning to Jarvan, shaking the teddy bear with a 'really?' look. Jarvan sighed and took the teddy bear and placed it back to where it belonged.
"That was my best friend when I was a baby." Jarvan admitted as Shyvana couldn't control her laughter. She squealed, imagining a baby Jarvan in her mind. Jarvan wondered what his wife was wondering about.
"Maybe, you can give it to our son or daughter when they're born." Shyvana suggested, wrapping her arms around Jarvan's neck.
The prince thought for a moment. "I assume I can." Grabbing his wife softly by the waist, he leaned in for a kiss on her jaw.
"Then it's a promise." Shyvana said, curling her pinky and linked it with her husband. Giving him wide grin, she started to move but stopped. She gave her a dress a yank, however it refused to move.
"What's wrong?" Jarvan asked.
"My dress is stuck," Shyvana answered, confused. Giving it another tug, she unzipped her zipper, stripping from the dress. "Let me take it off first."
"Wait, hold-" Before Jarvan could finish his sentence, Shyvana stripped off her wedding gown. Her whole was exposed to the prince, except for white panties, blocking his view from her womanhood and a strapless bra. His face red, his eyes travelling against Shyvana's bare body, he felt his nose was about to burst.
Shyvana started to crawl on the floor, wondering what the source of the dress being stuck. Jarvan closed his eyes and walked over to his closet. He glanced at his clothing and then quickly pulled out a thin black robe and tossed to Shyvana. Shyvana gave Jarvan a cocked brow.
"What is this for?" She asked.
"It's not healthy to get cold." He answered, lamely.
Shyvana shrugged and wrapped the robe over her body. The sleeves were long and the end of the robe landed just above the knees. "Thank you." She muttered, ducking under the bed while she realized the outer layer of the dress was stuck on the side of the table. She lifted the legs of the table up and pulled it out. Jarvan observed the princess's movements, wondering if his wife would put her dress on. When the dress was freed from the clutches of the table, Shyvana tossed the dress on the bed as she sat down on the bed. She observed the dress for a long moment, leaving a trail of confusion in Jarvan's mind.
"Why don't you take a hot bath?" Jarvan suggested while he used his index finger to show Shyvana the direction of the bathroom connected to the bedroom. Shyvana scratched the back of her head and shrugged.
"Sure." Shyvana simply answered, sliding off the bed. She placed her hand on Jarvan's cheek and smiled before walking in the bathroom for her long bath. As she closed the door, she looked at herself in the mirror and offered herself a gentle smirk. She took Jarvan's robe and placed it on the counter as she walked over the huge bath tub. The scent of shampoo lingered in her nose while she started the hot running water. As she waited the water to rise, she listened to the water crashing into the pure-gold tub. She observed the grand bathroom as she closed the water. Steam rose up to her face as she stripped off her undergarments and dipped her feet in the water. Slowly, she puts her whole body in the tub, lying there and let her imagination take over her spirit and body.
She sat in the tub, bored. She sighed, deciding she should dip her head underwater to get her head wet. Nodding in agreement, she gathered oxygen in her lungs and face planted her under the water. For a second, she flipped her hair back and as a result the wall next to the tub was sprayed with water. Luckily, the tub was sealed to the wall, letting the water from the wall rejoined the main body of water surrounding Shyvana. Out of the blues, she felt a shock in her abdomen and jerked back. Grasping on the edge of the tub, she grunted as she tried to endure the shockwaves.
Outside, Jarvan waited for his bride as he sat on the bed, questioning why Shyvana is taking so long. He stood up and knocked on the bathroom door.
"Shyvana, what is taking you so long?" Jarvan asked, knocking multiple times. No response and then a cry in the room. Jarvan's senses bolted and opened the door, seeing a half-blood dragon drained out of energy in pain. He grabbed a red bathrobe and helped Shyvana out of the tub. Dripping wet, he covered Shyvana with the robe as they exited the bathroom. She was still grunting, face pale and fatigue. Jarvan lay her down on the bed as Shyvana blinked once, expression blank.
"Speak to me," Jarvan demanded, grabbing her hand and rubbing it gently. She coughed and opened her mouth.
"I'm fine…" She part-lied as shocks continued to fill her abdomen. Shyvana started wailing as the prince sat on the bed beside her and placed her head on his lap. He stroked her wet hair and gave her a concerned look. Shyvana looked up toward her husband and continued her wailing.
"Shhh, it's going to be alright," Jarvan said, comforting the rare half-blooded princess. "I'm here."
"Jarvan…" Shyvana muttered, groaning. Jarvan took off his shirt, exposing his tanned upper body. The prince shifted his body position and helped Shyvana to dry her hair with his clothing. Shyvana sat up, allowing her husband to help her as the pain start to fade away.
"Are you alright, I was so worried." Jarvan started, wrapping his arms around Shyvana's chest as he placed his chin on her shoulder.
Shyvana shuffled a bit, and placed her head against his and smiled. "My abdomen suddenly turned against me. I'm sorry for making you worry so much." Shyvana turned around as she placed her head on his chest. Jarvan pulled her in closer. When that happened, Shyvana's loose robe sagged off her shoulders, revealing her breast completely to Jarvan.
"You know," Shyvana started. "You said we're going to continue tonight…"
"Are you sure about that? Your abdomen just-"
With every last bit of strength of Shyvana, she pushed Jarvan on his back and smirked. "Oh come on, you said you would make me the happiest female to be ever crowned 'Princess of Demacia'."
Jarvan thought for a moment and chuckled. "Your wish is my command."
Lemon next chapter… how does that sound?
Oh yes, forgot to mention this. I'm going to publish my Quinn X Talon story, and it's dedicated to all of you, but mostly to 'FreakinAssassin'. And just saying, this story is not even half way done. I thank everyone that is supporting me right now to continue this and I hope you look forward to next chapter!
