Thank you for the reviews! I realized I've made a lot of errors, I'm really sorry. No matter how much I reread, I always miss out something.

Sorry for the late update, I've been so busy during the weekend and the switching POV thing was so hard to write.

One more notice, this story still has around ten more chapters to go. Please bear with me and stick with me to the end! Does anyone have any suggestions in upcoming chapters? I know someone asked for some Draven in this and more fluff.

I sort of want to add some Quinn X Talon in this.

And some time now or in the future, I will be reediting the small errors in the previous chapters.

That's it for now, DEMACIAA!


Chapter 17

Shyvana glanced around the center square of Demacia. The night rays were blazing on the city as she tried to find any clues about her husband. "Jarvan… I'm so sorry." Shyvana whimpered, sitting down on the edge of the fountain. She gazed at the moon as her orbs swelled up with water. "If only I've listened to you." Scuffing her hair around as streams of salty water flow down her cheeks and falling into the fountain water. She gazed around once more before walking toward the meadows of Demacia.

"I should get going…"


"Damn it, he's heavy." Quinn huffed, pushing Jarvan on to his bed with Valor flying above her head. Vayne followed behind, looking if anyone is passing through the hallway. After Quinn tucked Jarvan in his bed, she glared at Vayne. "Hey, thanks for helping."

"I don't do well with men," Vayne hissed, closing the door as she signaled Quinn to adjust the curtains. "I'm sure you spend more time with men than I do."

"For the ninth time today Vayne, I don't have any relationships with anyone!" Quinn protested, glaring at the Night Hunter.

"That's what everyone says when they are shy about their relationship."

The Demacian eagle cawed, nodding his head in agreement with Vayne's statement.

"Val! That isn't funny, just because I don't agree your long-distant non-official relationship with Beatrice doesn't mean you can tease me back!" Quinn yelled back wanting to strangle the eagle's neck. Val looked away, silent. Vayne sighed.

"You two are idiots," Vayne announced before leaving the room. "You both are falling for Noxians, what a disgrace."

"Just because I came across Talon during many encounters it doesn't mean we're destined for each other!" Quinn snapped back, satisfied with her comeback. She raced toward Vayne and closed the door after with Valor barely making it through the small gap between the wall and the door's edge.

Vayne gave a low chuckle after the door slammed. "I didn't say anything about destiny and I never said Talon. You just admitted everything Quinn."

Quinn blinked and cursed herself for being a chatterbox.

"Don't worry Quinn, I would never tell the king about your love toward Talon," Vayne started, smirking. "You too Valor, I wouldn't so such thing."

"When you say don't worry, it's when I worry the most," Quinn started. "Remember the last time you said 'don't worry'? You nearly got my head chopped back."

"Hey, that was an accident; I didn't know yordles have such a temper," Vayne snapped back. "Although having your head chopped off would be amusing."

"Never speak of that again!"

"No promises," Cackled the Demacian Hunter. "Let's go find Shyvana and tell her Jarvan is back."

"Alright, now, where is she?"

"How should I know, you're the Scout, find her. Don't you have Valor for scouting or something?"

Quinn exhaled. "You're the Hunter, you should help too."

"We don't need to hunt Shyvana; we need to find her, idiot," Vayne clarified before marching out of the palace. Quinn and Valor followed behind completely confused. "And remember, don't tell Shyvana about anything, don't screw it up."

"B-But, doesn't hunting and scouting mean the same thing?" Quinn yelled, catching up to Vayne, yet again, puzzled.


The darken meadows were enlightened with shadows as Shyvana entered the outskirts of Demacia. The stars acted like lights that shunned the night, guiding her way. She raged in frustration as she walked through the Demacian fields.

"Flying…" She cursed. "This is like the time I've gone against Nocturne, but this time with less smashing against the Summoner's Rift's ground. I swear, when I get my hands on Jarvan, I'm going kill him." And by kill, she means embrace. Anger was her natural response towards the world, all she did as a child was rage, rage and rage. Nothing else, just fight for mercenary and vengeance, it was the only thing for her to offer to the sins. But now, no matter how much she tries to be gentler, her rage will always live within her. Some rage will lie inactive, some will bloom and burst; she can't control them, they control themselves. During the past month, Jarvan tried to help her endure her anger. However, it failed due to the lack of patience Shyvana has. Either way, Jarvan gave up and let Shyvana be the way she is already.

After searching in the meadows for clues, she groaned in rage. "I've checked the whole palace, the state of Demacia inside and out and the meadows! I even avoided the most obvious places! Where is he? He can't possibly just teleport into Noxus or walked straight into someone's house!" She rubbed the back of her neck and sighed. "I'll ask someone if they know where he is… Time to head back to the palace and ask..."


"Ugh, where's Shyvana?" Vayne groaned, searching near square of Demacia. She kept her eyes on Quinn and frowned. "Can't your pet search faster?"

"It's too dark for him to see!" Quinn took a glance at her partner who was soaring in the midnight and having slight difficulty to observe the grounds of Demacia. "And he's my best friend and partner."

"And importantly, your pet bird."

Quinn's eyes twitched and exhaled a breath. She ignored Vayne's behaviour as she followed Val's trails. A sudden shriek from Valor caught the both Demacian's attention.

"What? You see her?" Quinn exclaimed as Valor flew to the east. Vayne groaned and began to sprint. Valor took them to the outskirts of Demacia, Vayne gazed upon the land with Quinn huffing and puffing.

"Well, where is she?" Vayne demanded. She made eye-contract at Quinn and frowned, giving her an arched brow. Quinn gave a huff and glared at the bird that landed on her arm. Valor gave a caw as Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Well according to Val, she's just over the hill." Quinn answered. She began to walk towards the east.

"Shyvana!" Vayne yelled, in frustration.

Just over the hill, Shyvana marched back to the palace as she heard Vayne's voice. She cocked a brow and walked up the hill. As she got up, Valor flew over to her and nuzzled her chin.

"Oh hi, Valor, I thought someone I knew was here." Shyvana commented.

The monotone Hunter walked over to Shyvana and sighed. "Do you know how long I've find you." Val squawked. "With Quinn and Valor…" She added after.

Shyvana looked confused. "Um, sure, by the way, do you know where Jarvan is? I've been looking for him." She asked concerned, biting her bottom lip waiting for their response.

"He's fine; he's at the palace resting." Vayne answered. Shyvana's body perked up, her eyes wide as saucers.

"Where was he?" Shyvana asked once more.

"At the park." Vayne answered.

"At the bar." Quinn chirped in. The Hunter and Scout looked at each other, bashing each other in their minds.

Shyvana cocked a brow in confusion. "What? Um, alright then; what was he doing at the bar-park?"

"Well, you see…" Quinn began, laughing after. Scared of covering the lie up, she looked at Vayne.

"He went to the park first and then afterwards he went to the bar and got drunk." Vayne interrupted, filling the sentence. She congratulated herself in her mind for the satisfaction of the story.

"Were you tailing him or something?" Shyvana questioned which caused Vayne and Quinn sweat.

"Of course not," Quinn lied, laughing after. "We didn't do anything."

"We were in the neighbourhood," Vayne filled in, monotone. "Anyways, let's take you back. I'm sure Jarvan is dying to see you."

Shyvana's eyes filled with hope. "Are you sure about that? Because… I just had an argument with him and I sort of went overboard…"

"I'm sure he forgives you," Quinn started, smiling. Then she lowered her voice toward Vayne. "Even though he was about to make the decision to have intercourse with Fiora…"

"What?"

Quinn continued the duration of her smile. "N-Nothing!"

"Now, without any interruptions we shall escort you back." Vayne coughed out, Shyvana nodded and followed them back.


Vayne opened the door to Jarvan's room as Shyvana breathed in and out, creating a mental image of Jarvan's reaction when he sees her. She wanted to apologize but she can't force herself to say "I'm sorry" again. She blamed mood swings for her problems.

"Get in," Vayne sighed, slight annoyed with Shyvana's actions. The princess stepped in then paused; she quickly stepped out of the room. The process continued as a groan came from Vayne. "Time is ticking."

"When did you become Orianna?" Quinn asked.

"I'm not a robot," Vayne hissed, keeping her attention on Shyvana. "Look, I'm-"

"You act like one… you're always so… monotone." Quinn implied. Vayne slapped her palm on her face.

"I'm surrounded by idiots," Vayne muttered to herself before turning to Shyvana once more to complete her sentence. "Get in there before I force you to."

"This isn't proactive," Shyvana began, biting her bottom lip. "I mean I-" Before Shyvana can say anything; Quinn took her by the hand and dragged her in the room. Vayne quickly closed the door after Quinn jumped out, leaving a slow-reflex dragon alone with her drunken husband.

"Good luck!" Quinn called before escaping the palace with Vayne and her companion.

Shyvana groaned in anger before turning her attention to the drunken man in the bed. She thanked that he wasn't awake. She walked over to her husband slowly, looking at his relaxed face. The half-dragon gave a grin and stroked the prince's face, not hoping him to wake up.

"You know," Shyvana said to herself, keeping her voice low and soft. "He looks like a child when he's sleeping."

Deciding that she should take a quick shower, she raced over to her luggage carefully and grabbed something light to wear. She found a nightgown and panties then shrugged before taking off in her shower.


As Shyvana came out of the bathroom after completing her personal hygiene, she realized Jarvan still isn't awoken yet. She sighed and gazed around the room for anything to do, to wait for him until he wakes. She then gazed her attention to the bathroom and while staring at the entrance thought of an idea. She walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel then soaked in hot water. After completing this stage, she stormed back to her love and placed the towel on his forehead. She sat down on the bed to adjust the towel. She nodded in satisfaction until his lips caught her attention.

"Is that lipstick?" Shyvana muttered to herself, confused. She gazed at the prince's mouth as her finger began to trace his lips, picking up a ruby red colour. She sniffed the elements on her finger and finally came to a conclusion.

Wine, saliva and perfume… Shyvana estimated. But didn't Quinn and Vayne say he went only to a bar? Is he cheating on me? What are you saying? He's your husband, have some faith in him. But… this perfume smells so familiar I swore-

A sudden grunt from the prince caused Shyvana's thoughts to shatter as the prince began to wake up.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

Shyvana panicked, inhaling and exhaling at the same time. Going through her lines again mentally in her mind, she faced her awoken husband. She wiped the lipstick off of her finger and onto a tissue.

"S-Shyvana, is that you?" Jarvan muttered, groaning as the towel fell off of his forehead. Shyvana nodded, not saying a word. He adjusted himself to sit up as he glared at the silent dragon.

"Where were you?" Shyvana suddenly growled; her voice timid and quiet.

Jarvan shrugged, having no memory of what happened tonight. "I don't remember." He answered.

"Did you go to a bar or a park?" Shyvana questioned, grabbing all the clues she can gather.

The words 'I don't remember' was repeated by the prince again. Shyvana sighed.

"Did you remember what happened between us?" Shyvana questioned once more, hoping that he doesn't remember that.

"We had an argument." Jarvan groaned out which caused Shyvana to nod.

"Correct, at least, your memory isn't all lost," Shyvana said, trying to think positive for once. "Go back to sleep."

Jarvan nodded and covered the blanket over him.

"Jarvan?" Jarvan rolled over to see his wife, biting her bottom lip.

"What?"

"Well, you should get changed," Shyvana answered, eyeing his armour. "I think you would sleep better. Take a bath, if you want."

Jarvan sighed as he nodded in agreement and headed for the bathroom, closing the door, he tried to think of what happened to him tonight. As Jarvan stripped his armour off and as the water in the tub has begun to rise, his fragments of memories slowly, one by one, came back to him. He looked at himself in the mirror, staring at his red lips.

"Is that lipstick?" He questioned himself before wiping it off. Suddenly, he remembered what happened to him with Fiora. He shuddered in thoughts, hoping he won't encounter that situation again. He dipped his whole body in the tub, staring at the ceiling. He told himself that he hopes Shyvana didn't notice the lipstick on his lips.

If Shyvana finds out that I kissed Fiora… Jarvan thoughts as he groaned at the various conclusions that he mentally created. I'm screwed.

After dipping his head in the water, he decided that he should sleep. Leaving the tub as the water began to drip off his fair body. His member limp, he cleaned himself off as the water from the tub decreased by the second. He grabbed his pajamas and slipped them off before putting everything in place. He brushed his teeth thoroughly before departing to his bed. As he walked to his bed, he saw Shyvana already asleep on the side of the bed, the bed sheet kicked off of her body. Jarvan chuckled, thinking how adorable she looks. Her round stomach was shown as Jarvan closed the lights and slipped in the bed, covering the sheet over them. Finally, he wrapped his arms around Shyvana's abdomen before closing his eyes as his reality shuts down for the night.