Hi, thank you for reading as always. More fluff in this chapter, I hope that's alright with you.

Anyways, this is off topic but, the new Nidalee skin "HeadHunter Nidalee" well, she looks like Medusa. I'm just saying. XD. Nonetheless, NEW SKIN FOR NIDALEE, now a new skin for Sivir please.

This chapter is dedicated to Blueberry Absinth, thank you so much for making my day~


The prince walked in the corridor and saw the door to his bedroom open. He walked in, finding Shyvana sitting on the bed, staring the wooden floor.

"Shyv..." He muttered, closing the door to see his wife looking up and shrugging.

"I'm fine," She answered the prince's unasked question. "I guess I'm not hungry."

"You haven't even touched your food and you say you're not hungry?" Jarvan exclaimed, taking the seat beside her and resuming back to his lecture. "Shyv, the children needs the food to live... And I know father's words can be harsh sometimes but I promise you will be accepted soon."

Shyvana gave a groan. "Jarvan, I don't want to, I don't want to be accepted. I want the king to be proud that you married me."

"He will." Jarvan perked up before Shyvana sighed.

"Did you hear what he said about me during dinner?" Shyvana spat out. "I just can't tolerate it." She shuffled her hair around, loose filaments flying.

"Please, keep calm. The children needs peace from their mother." the Exemplar warned, calming the half-dragon down.

"I'm sorry, but this is-"

"Look, I promise this will be over soon," Jarvan swore, grabbing Shyvana's hand and smiled. "I promise… And when he does accept you I'll take you by the hand and dragged you out into Demacia and claimed that you are my beautiful wife."

"That's a bit extreme," Shyvana started, biting her red lips. "Maybe, skipping that will be fine. I just want you to be a good king one day after our children are born and then show them the state of Demacia."

"Then it's a promise."

Shyvana lifted her pinky and smiled, "Pinky promise?" She demanded, showing her childish side out.

Jarvan never believed in pinky promises as a kid, he thought it was just nuisance. Everything was already set for him, he needed no promises.

"I've never believed in pinky promises." Jarvan launched, heaving a sigh.

"But Jarvan," Shyvana whined, giving him her best puppy face. "Do it for me."

"Alright love." Jarvan said, taking his hand out. Shyvana squealed in excitement and wrapped her pinky around his and shook it back and forth.

"Now we're calling each other names?" Shyvana questioned raising a brow. "Okay then, sweetie pie. Cross my heart and hope to fly. Stick a cupcake in my eye [1]." The dragon chanted in her soothing voice, producing a guffaw right after the speech.

"That's a unique chant you got there." Jarvan muttered, confused after the princess unraveled her pinky from his.

"It was something I've picked up from my childhood," Shyvana started. "I've forgotten about the chant since now."

Jarvan opened his mouth when the wooden door produced knocking sounds; Shyvana stood up glided herself towards the door. The butler handed Shyvana a tray covered in foil and began talking.

"The queen requested you to eat this all." The butler said, before departing.

Shyvana gave the butler a strange look before slowly kicking the door close.

"Who was it?" Jarvan quizzed.

"The butler," Shyvana started, placing the tray on the table. "He said that Catherine wants me to finish everything on the tray." She unwrap the foil on the tray, revealing ice cream with whip cream on top. Shyvana looked at Jarvan with a mystified look.

"Want me to feed you?" Jarvan offered.

"Wait, what?"

"Come on, it'll be enjoyable," Jarvan encouraged. Shyvana had nothing to say but to agree. He took his index finger and scooped up some whip cream. Giving a smirk, he wiped the cream on Shyvana's nose. Shyvana sneezed afterwards. "See, how fun was that?"

"Did you ever been taught not to play with your food?" Shyvana taunted, wiping the whip cream off her nose.

"I have, but, this is an exception."Jarvan stated, nodding in satisfaction.

"I never thought the prince can act like a little adolescent."

"I can't," The prince continued. "But no one will know, well, except for you."

Shyvana paused and stood up. "You know Jarvan," Shyvana began, grabbing the spoon on the tray. She scooped up a huge amount of whip cream and popped in her mouth, licking her mouth after she has finished. "The people of Demacia need to see the real you someday. You're so political when you're out there." Jarvan gave a laugh to his wife.

"It's my role of a prince Shyvana," Jarvan justified. "Demacia expects me to be like that."

"It must be sad hidden under your shell," Shyvana cooed. "I mean, you never get to do what you want outside of this room."

"Actually, it's not half bad," The prince admitted. "I have you to support me."

"Aw, that's so sweet." Shyvana commented, expressing her appreciation and continued to finish her sweets.

"I love you."

Shyvana stopped eating and turned to her husband. "You're random you know that?" Shyvana asked, placing her spoon down and skipping toward the Exemplar. "But I enjoy that about you, to be honest; I've never met someone quite like you."

"Let's face it, I'm special."

The princess rolled her eyes. "Sure."

"Did I ever tell you that I hired you a bodyguard?" Jarvan suddenly spoke, completely changing the topic.

Shyvana's eyes twitched. "What are you saying? I don't need such thing!" She snapped.

"Yes, you do. Fiora is out there and I don't want you to get injured," Jarvan began. "You're carrying the futures of Demacia within you. I already loosen it to one bodyguard; I was planning that everyone from the Elite Guards guards you for the next ten months."

"Jarvan, I'm part of the Elite Guards," Shyvana winced. "I can fight."

"You're not fighting when you're pregnant." Jarvan protested.

"I don't want you to waste money on me, it's completely useless. I can protect myself." Shyvana scolded, running toward the bathroom.

"Have fun protecting yourself when you're fatter than usual."

"Never tell a woman that she's fat. It never helps Jarvan!"

"You're supposed to be fatter than usual when you're pregnant," Jarvan explained, groaning. "The children need the vitamins."

"Shut up, you know you can get pretty disgusting sometimes." The half-dragon insulted.

"I hired Vayne. I thought you would be happy." Jarvan said as he is trying to calm the dragon down before her fuse explodes.

"You clearly misunderstood what I meant," Shyvana spat out, her anger rising to the climax. "I don't want you to waste money on me. Where does money take us? Greed is a sin, Jarvan."

"I think you're misunderstanding what I said," Jarvan scolded back. His anger is also rising to the climax. "I don't you want you to get injured and I only paid Vayne 425,000G, that's less Shyvana."

"Do you know how much that is worth in my hometown? You can buy the town nine times and you say it's not a lot!"

The argument rose on, each one of them battling for victorious. Finally, Shyvana came into a conclusion.

"You know what? I need some time alone." Shyvana hissed, closing the bathroom door and locking it. Jarvan banging his hand on the door,

"You're better off staying in there and rot to death!" Jarvan hissed back.

"Maybe I would! And maybe, I'll die along with our kids! Maybe you would love that!"

Jarvan left the room without another word. Shyvana stayed in the bathroom, suddenly regretting all her actions a few moments ago. A tear from her eye escaped as the ice cream began to melt.


Time after the imperial rebuke between the couple, Shyvana began to wonder about Jarvan's decision. She knew that the bodyguard was for Shyvana's own good; however, she did get pretty mad about him wasting a large amount of cash upon her. She never cared about money, not even as a child. Her small town had a system of trades; so basically, she had never relied on cash before. During her moments as an adolescent, she always told herself to find a man that waste money on her. But, that promise was broken today. Shyvana groaned as she grabbed her towel, giving it a loud scream into it as the towel absorbed her cry. She just wants to apologize now for her rude behaviour toward her love.

"He'll just yell at me again," Shyvana muttered, unlocking the bathroom door. She glanced at the melted ice cream on the table, she shook her head. "It's going to be worth it Shyvana, I promise." She left the room with determination.


Meanwhile

"Shyvana, why are you so arrogant?" Jarvan hissed as he raced into the colourful garden. "I swear… she is… ugh…" He sat down on the garden, his eyes wandering on the clear sky. His head still messed up with the argument.

"Vell, bonjour Jarvan," Fiora's voice yelled out in the horizon. "I can see zur all in pain, 'ow can I 'elp?" Fiora appeared before the prince, smirking.

"When you said you're coming back soon, I don't think you're kidding."

"I don't lie, Jarvan," Fiora stated, walking toward his direction. "Vould zu like to come to my place to calm zur mind down?"

Jarvan looked at Fiora's luscious eyes. He sighed. "Why not, I have nothing to do."

"Vonderful, let's go." Fiora dragged the prince over to her house.


"Your house is… uh, nice, I guess." Jarvan said as he entered Fiora's den.

"Merci beaucoup," Fiora thanked, rummaging through the cabinet and grabbing a bottle of wine. "Care to join moi?"

Jarvan nodded without a second thought.

As they drank, Fiora kept pouring more wine into the prince's glass. Whenever Jarvan denies the drink, Fiora constantly forces to him to drink. Each time the prince drinks, the more dizzily his mind became.

"So, Jarvan," Fiora said to the drunken prince. "I heard zu 'ad an argument wif zur wife, tell me, is that true?"

Her only reply was a nod.

"I zink ve need to punis' 'er," Fiora commented, puckering her lips. "Don't zu zink?"

"S-She can be a nuisance at times…" Jarvan said, hiccupping. "Nonetheless… she is still my wife." His world is blacking out before him.

"So, do zu vant to seek revenge?" The word 'revenge' giving off a strange tension toward the prince, he shook his head.

"Come on," Fiora taunted, she grabbed his glass cup and placed it on the coffee table. "Zu vill be better soon, revenge is alvays beau."

Fiora twisted the strand of her hair, and snaked her leg around the prince. Kissing him without any regrets as the prince kissed back as well, pursuing along. Jarvan didn't know what he was doing; he just went along with it. His mind blank… Fiora congratulated herself and slid her tongue into his cavern, for long, she has desired to taste him and tonight it will be completed. Despite the fact she had already lost her virginity to her former lover years ago, she felt her cherry is needed to be popped once again. Giving a chuckle after their passionate kiss, Fiora guided the prince's hand on her silky leg at the end, grabbing her thigh roughly and massaging it. Fiora purred like a kitten as she unlocked her bedroom door, dragging the prince in along with her.

"Embrace the Duelist…" She whispered, pushing him onto the bed. Already feeling her aching void, she sat on his well-toned stomach and grabbed his belt and unlocked it.

"Fiora…" The prince muttered in confusion.

"Don't vorry, Mon Cheri, this von't 'urt a bit…" Fiora lied, stroking his covered member as she pulled his pants down. She licked her lips and removed her armour as she came across with her jumpsuit; she muttered something to herself before taking it off, revealing her undergarment. This is going too fast, Fiora thought to herself. She shrugged. "I need to taste zis…" Fiora encouraged herself, continuing to stroke the member until it becomes fully erect. Jarvan lied down, allowing his body to take advantage. Fiora eyed his boxers, grinning in glee. She hooked her fingers onto the boxers and lowered them. "Yes, zis is-" Suddenly, the window broke and she blacked out. Falling off the bed as Valor rushed out of the closet.

"This is getting bothersome, isn't it, Val?" A shadow front out of the window, it was Quinn, smiling at Val who was hiding the closet. He rushed over and opened the window for Quinn to enter in.

"Come over here, Vayne, she's knocked out conscious." Quinn said, helping Val to put back the prince's clothing on his body. Trying to avoid looking at his member, Vayne hopped the window.

"Don't tell this toward Shyvana," Vayne warned, helping the drunken prince up. "Keep this a secret."

"Well no shit," Quinn hissed as she is looking at the fainted Duelist who was injected with sleeping potion Lux had made a while ago. "Nice shot by the way."

Vayne shrugged and pulled the prince out of the duelist's house. "Leave no evidence behind." She added.

"That is why I brought gloves."


Hi, sorry for the short chapter. I've been really impatient today! Anyways, I hope you enjoy the chapter. Comments, feedbacks are very much wanted!

[1]- PINKIE PIE SWEAR, reference from My Little Pony.

CREDITS TO MY LITTLE PONY!