Since its Spring Break now I can write all I want now without any guilt, like how I can play League without any guilt. But still, I have homework to do. Oh well, let's procrastinate! Oh wait, no, ANYWAYS MOVING ON.
And thank you to PickleFlute for playing an amazing game of League with me. Even though Varus and Ashe were literally complaining how bad I am (7/1/4), oh well. Still, thank you. This chapter is dedicated to you, PickleFlute. Oh yeah by the way, it's true. I'm really bad at sniping. And remember, it's not your fault if you can't save your teammate when you're out of mana, true story.
Anyways, enjoy!
"Nice show you put there," Garen muttered toward Jarvan as they walked out of the meeting room. "I thought the king would approve the combat idea."
"Same," Jarvan admitted, sighing. "But, let's just wait. I need time to spend with Shyvana anyways. Speaking of spending time… Aren't you with the Sinister Blade?"
Garen's face grew red. "I-I, well, she… um, I…"
Jarvan chuckled and loosened his grip of his lance. "Don't worry; I heard she's against Jericho Swine this time. But, if my father hears about your relationship, I don't think I can help you."
"I understood, my prince," Garen started, sighing. "It's still private, we're not ready, and willing, to announce it in any fashion."
"Very well, I approve your decision," Jarvan said as they stopped in front of his bedroom. "Just stay cautious."
"I understand, my prince." Garen bowed and departed into the hallway. Jarvan twisted the knob and swung the door open. The room was dark, even though the natural rays of the sun were shining through the windows. He turned to the light switch and flicked it open. At that time, he saw Shyvana on the bed, worn out. He placed his lance down beside the bed.
"Shyvana," Jarvan whispered, approaching the knocked-out dragon. He smiled at the sleeping beauty, lifting her up and pressing her close to him. He observed the dry lips and un-naturally pale skin, suddenly his concerns perked up. "Shyvana, are you alright?" Shyvana lied there, silent. Her consciousness is still trapped in her eternal nightmares. Some mumbles were made here and there, but she failed to say a full word.
"No, no, no, Shyvana, speak to me," Jarvan shook her, hoping that her vision will be granted. Shyvana groaned and opened her eyes, head spinning, nausea might come along. Jarvan sighed in relief. "Are you alright?"
"I'm… alright," Shyvana muttered, rubbing her eyes. "I'm just experiencing morning sickness…" Jarvan bit his lips, worried about Shyvana's health and remembering what his mother said to him.
"That's good, you got me worried," Jarvan commented, rubbing Shyvana's cheeks. "Don't scare me like that."
"Sorry," Apologized the half-dragon, she rolled off the bed and placed herself on the prince's lap. She wrapped her arms around the prince's neck and put her cheek on the prince's breastplate. The wintry sensation of the breastplate upon Shyvana's cheek made herself to twitch in a strange pattern. "Anyways, I thought you were coming back at night."
"I have time in between and besides, I wanted to see you." The prince confessed, brushing her pink hair back.
"That's it?" Shyvana asked, confused. Adjusting on the prince's lap, she blew a translucent cloud of smoke in the air. The prince looked at the smoke with curiosity.
"I thought the flames within you died down when you're pregnant," Jarvan began, confused. He observed the temperature of his wife's stomach with back of his palm. Her slightly plumped stomach was warm, but it wasn't flaming hot. "This temperature, will it harm the children?"
"Before our wedding I went to the doctor," Shyvana explained. "He said the smoke and hot temperature comes and goes, and apparently the babies aren't affected by it in any fashion." She stopped, looking at the Exemplar and shook her head. "They will be fine, Jarvan."
Jarvan smiled as he gently rubbed his thumb on Shyvana's soft hand. Placing his free hand on Shyvana's back, Shyvana gave a small smile before yawning. She was tired, even though she just had awoken from her slumber five minutes ago.
"Sleep," Jarvan suggested, scooting over to place Shyvana in the center of the bed. "You'll feel better."
"Alright," Shyvana muttered, closing her eyes. "Good night."
Jarvan smiled back and covered his wife's body with the warm blanket before closing the light. He grabbed his lance and made it for the door. He smiled as the drowsed dragon before leaving the room. The prince strolled down the corridor, wondering how he can help Shyvana when she gives birth. He thought of possible ideas like, gripping on her hand or teaching her how to breath in and out. But, he knew that his mother would do that.
Maybe I can encourage her to push… Nah, that's the doctor's job. Maybe, if I help-
"Its ze prince, 'ow are you doing?" An accent voice cried before him. Jarvan scanned the corridor for the owner of the voice. Already, he knew who the voice belonged to.
"Fiora," Jarvan hissed. "Come out."
"My, my, ze prince is aggressive." Fiora muttered, coming out of the shadows of the corridor. Giving off her signature smile and flicking her hair back, she drew near the prince. Her sword was dragging across the floor, leaving a thin trail scar, when she got close to Jarvan; she smirked at him, blowing a kiss. Jarvan felt violated, not only he had rejected Fiora a few months back, he had also obtained a wife just yesterday.
"What is it, Fiora? Who let you in?" Jarvan hissed, annoyed.
"We 'ad ze meeting about Noxus," Fiora explained, rolling her blue eyes. "Don't you remember?"
"Can we talk later, I'm quite busy."
"Moi aussi," The Duelist answered, giving the prince a small chuckle. "'Owever, I vanted to see you, Jarvan..."
Jarvan felt a strange feeling when Fiora said her previous sentence. "What does that suppose to mean?" He choked out, throat dried.
"Many things," Fiora answered. She looked around. "Vere is Shyvana?"
The prince gripped his lance, ready to standby for battle. "She's resting."
Fiora gave a huff. "I see. She is pregnant, oui?"
"What do you want from Shyvana?" Jarvan hissed, pointing his lance at the French-accented woman.
"I vant nuffing, nuffing from 'er," Fiora started, her thick accent burying deep into Jarvan's mind. She gave a smirk and brushed back her black hair. "All I vant, is to, speak to 'er."
"About?"
"Just some women things, zlike, childbirf," Fiora answered smoothly. "She must learn 'ow to give birf wit' ease."
"I thought you hated Shyvana," Jarvan said, looking for any evidence of guilt upon her. "I'm not allowing you to speak to her. In fact, I won't even let you get near her within a meter."
"Vat do you mean, I vould never do something so mean." Cooed the woman, leaning in closer to the prince, she hoped that he would fall for her lust.
"Back off Fiora, I'm not falling for that twice."
"Dat's true," Fiora started, puckering her plumped lips, walking around Jarvan as she observed his well-toned body. "The last time I 'ad caused Shyvana to cry."
"Please Fiora, I had enough."
"Vell, I 'aven't," Fiora answered, frowning. With a quick burst of speed she hurled at the prince and threw herself at him, hugging him. The prince struggled to get free; however, her perfume hypnotized him. Fiora did it again; she has captivated Jarvan's soul. "And besides, I've been dying to play today."
Jarvan's gulped as Fiora absorbed his soul with her ice blue eyes. Fiora leaned in as Jarvan was trapped within her illusions and taunts. He tried to break however; something in his body encourages him to fall into Fiora's plans. He suddenly thought of Shyvana and his children and thought if he was trapped in this prison forever that he will never see his wife and children again.
If she rages once more... then it's over.
Jarvan breathed in and with a push, he jerked back away from the Duelist. He had succeeded; he won against the Duelist's captivation.
"Impossible." Fiora whispered to herself, noticing how Jarvan broke free from her prison. She sniffed the irresistible perfume on her body and sighed.
"Stop it Fiora," Jarvan muttered, annoyed. "Or I'll arrest you for treasons."
"But zur father likes moi, I don't tink zat he vould approve zur plans," Fiora protested, frowning. "And besides, ze king 'ate Shyvana, oui?"
"The king doesn't hate," Jarvan started. "He just hasn't seen the good side of her."
"And I assume zat ze king will never see ze good side of 'er," Fiora snapped in, looking at the clock on the wall. "Oh, look at ze time, I must depart. But, I vill be back for more."
"Remind me to not let you near this corridor again." Jarvan snapped.
"Zat is sveet of you, my prince," Fiora taunted before leaving the hall. She stopped once more and turned to the Exemplar and smirked. "Zank you…" With that, she gave a click on her heels and departed with a disgusted look in her face.
Jarvan looked at the departing woman and gave her a small huff.
"I see that you broke Fiora's signature illusions."
The prince sighed. "Don't scare me like that Vayne."
"Well, I'm not saying sorry," Vayne scolded, walking out from the shadows. She shrugged her shoulders as she moved her cloak on her back. "Anyways, I heard Fiora is attracted to you."
"It's not amusing, Shauna." Jarvan began, sighing.
The Night Hunter's eyes twitched. "Vayne is my name. Shauna was my childhood name by my late parents. I don't want anyone to call me that, including you. Even if you're the prince, I rather have my eyes plucked out by a Noxian than someone calling me 'Shauna'."
"That's quite intense, don't you think, Sh-" Vayne glared at the man with daggers. "I mean, Vayne. So, what brings you here?"
"I'm here for Shyvana. Where is she?"
"She's in my room." Answered the prince simply, he rubbed his temples.
"What is she doing in there? Waiting for you to fuck her again and wait for the twins to change into quartets?"
Jarvan coughed at her reply. "N-No, she's sleeping."
Vayne nodded. "I see; I guess resting is good for pregnant women."
"This isn't your actual purpose here, isn't it?"
Vayne gave off a sinister laugh, "You are quite the unusual prince," She began, brushing her hair away. "I'm here to talk about Fiora. I know she is still after you and want to break your relationship away from Shyvana."
"You don't say?" Jarvan interrupted, sighing. "Please, let's continue this in the living room. I'll get the butler to make you some tea." Vayne nodded in agreement and followed the prince into the living room. The butler, who was standing right in front of the living room, rushed to the kitchen to fetch some tea. Vayne sat on the leather sofa with the prince sitting across from her. The butler came in with tea and poured the hot liquid in the teacups, Jarvan thanked the butler before Vayne sipped the tea slowly. The butler exited the room, leaving the teapot on the coffee table.
"As you can see, Fiora is threatened Shyvana in order to get her further from you or, at times she physically approached you with her lust," Vayne started, placing the teacup and saucer down. She crossed her legs and shifted her back up straight. "And of course, I predicted that Fiora is willing to injure Shyvana in order to reach her goals… and to think she's pregnant."
"What do you mean by Fiora threatening my wife?"
"Yesterday, during your wedding, the king requested me to observe Shyvana for many 'mistakes' she would have made," Vayne explained. "And at the party, Shyvana went out into the gardens. Fiora came and gave her a harsh lecture about her family and she getting revenge on her since Shyvana took you away from her."
"That's why Shyvana looked upset," Jarvan muttered as he rubbed his temples once more. "Why didn't she tell me?"
"Maybe it's because she didn't want you to worry, it was your royal wedding day after all," Vayne suggested, shrugging her delicate shoulders. She took a glimpse at the room and resumed her attention back to the prince. "Shyvana is a unique woman, treat her well. You won't regret it."
The prince glared at the Hunter and turned his head twenty degrees, he gave the slightest smile toward Vayne. "What happened to the emotionless hunter Demacia used to know?"
"I still am," Vayne replied in a monotone pattern. "But I know what love is. I used to feel it, Jarvan. I've been happy before, before my family was tortured to death." Jarvan exhaled a breath before Vayne continued to speak. "Back to business, remember to protect Shyvana with all your might. I'll continue to observe her from afar, due to my continuous mission for the king. And I also wish to speak to Shyvana for a moment when she's free tomorrow." The Exemplar cocked a brow, confused. "I just wanted her to ask some questions. Don't worry, I won't torture her or force her to do anything." She added.
"Shyvana is always free," Jarvan began. "But she just suffered morning sickness a while ago. So she's regaining her energy back. She looked so pale, I was so worried."
"Protective as always," Vayne commented. "Do you have a bodyguard for Shyvana?"
"I was planning for Garen or Lux to guard her; however, they are so busy. I couldn't bear to ask them to guard when they already have a busy schedule."
"I can."
"What? You're willing to guard Shyvana?"
"I usually don't volunteer, but I'll do it. I'll continue my mission easier," Vayne commented. "And besides, I hate Fiora's guts. I'm going to kill three birds with one stone, isn't that making my life simpler, yes?"
"I don't know how to repay you, will money do the trick?" Jarvan asked.
"Depends how much," Vayne waged.
"200,000G," Jarvan started. "Is that enough?"
"Make it 425,000G and I'll do it until Shyvana gives birth," Vayne bargained, putting the prince in a deep decision. "I'll start tomorrow." She added.
"You got yourself a deal," Jarvan said, agreeing with the plan. "I'll send you the gold by the end of the week."
"I look forward to that moment to arrive," Vayne stood up as she adjusted her sunglasses, a click came as a result after adjusting them. "Now if you excuse me, I must depart now. However, I'll come back when Shyvana awakes tomorrow morning." The mysterious woman left without a sound and disappeared into the corridor. He stood up as well and called in the butler to clean the mess before departing back into his next meeting.
"So, how was your day?" Catherine asked at the dinner table. Everything was gourmet on the table; everything is perfect, fit for the royal family.
Jarvan shrugged while cutting his steak apart. "It's alright, not the best, but acceptable."
"That's… wonderful," The Queen commented, turning her royal attention to Shyvana, who was busy eating her vegetable. "How about you Shyvana, how is your first day being the princess?"
Shyvana answered after she had swallowed her vegetables. "It's alright… I guess… there was nothing to do so I stayed in Jarvan's bedroom and slept."
"Morning sickness can be a pain sometimes." Catherine commented, sipping on her wine.
Shyvana nodded, piercing the small piece of pork with her fork (Hey, that rhymes!) and popped it in her mouth. Silence came back up again, only the sound of forks clashing, spoons stirring and knives cutting were heard. The family ate in silence until the king opened his mouth.
"Shyvana," He said.
Shyvana looked and dropped her utensils on the table, "Y-Yes, your majesty?" She asked.
"Since you're the most recent recruit to the Lightshield Family, we need a portrait of you in order to expand the collection of the Lightshield Family. Catherine has already hired the best artists in Demacia to be arriving and paint a portrait of you."
"Is that all you request?"
"Yes, that would be all." He answered, resuming back to his eating.
"I shall accept your request."
"Wonderful, see, everybody is getting along!" Catherine chirped out, happily.
"Silence," The king muttered and then he lowered his voice. "I will not accept her as my daughter."
And then, Shyvana wiped her mouth with a napkin and stood up. "If you excuse me…" She muttered, bowing toward the royal family before departing out of the dining room.
Jarvan looked at her plate; she didn't even touch her food.
"Oh, look at that, Shyvana didn't touch her dinner," Catherine commented, sighing. She waved over a servant as the servant came over, the queen resumed back to her talking. "Go into the kitchen and make something light for the princess. Remember to deliver it to her room please."
The servant bowed and rushed straight for the kitchen.
"Don't be such a nuisance," The elder spat out.
"But, my king-"
"Father," Jarvan interrupted, placing his silverware down. "Do you think you've been too harsh on Shyvana?"
"What do you mean 'harsh'?"
"Well, I…" Jarvan paused and looked at his mother who was giving him signals to stop. "Shyvana is my wife and she is bearing your grandchildren, what if you were too harsh on her and she miscarries?"
"How dare you talk back to me," The king uproar, "Since she came, you became soft and mushy."
"Jarvan," Catherine hissed at her son. The prince stopped talking, frowning. The queen turned to her husband and began talking for her son. "You know dear, either way, Shyvana will be having your grandchildren. And I promise the baby will be a male to the heir. Please, care for her, her health isn't stabilizing well yet, any disruption can kill your grandchildren. Please, be patient. You can scold at her anytime you want after she has given birth."
The king looked at his wife and sighed. "This madness will never end," He commented, turning to his son. "Son, you need to strengthen up. Catherine… your request has been passed. Even though our marriage was for political reasons only, during the years, I felt a connection to you. I always have this endurance for you."
"My king…" Catherine gave a quick glance at her son and cocked her head toward the door.
The prince stood up and bowed before leaving.
So this chapter is longer than usual. Yay, and so, during the chapter or so, I shall be making time skips because well, I don't want to write the full ten months of Shyvana's pregnancy.
So, yes, I actually tried to write out Fiora's accent this time, what do you think? I know my French isn't fabulous, but I thought it was acceptable. Tell me how you think.
And I've been trying to write longer chapters with at least, 2,500 words or more, like this one, so the chapters might be delayed by a few days. I'm sorry, I'm trying as hard as I can to update on a three-day basis. But sometimes, it's delayed because of various reasons, most of it because of my reediting and adding things in and completely changing the paragraph. I apologize and I hope I'll keep my routine up.
Thank you and please, if you have any feedbacks, I would be happy to hear it. Bad or good, any is fine. DEMACIAA!
