You know what? Screw the reediting, it takes way too long for to finish, I procrastinate like mad these days. But luckily, exams are finally over and I resume back to my lazy self and write. Please note that I only changed the prologue, I might or might not put the reedited chapters into another version of this story. Who knows?

Oh and after Reverse Fairytale is done, I have a small surprise- well, can't really say surprise, uh maybe gift- for the people who are reading this story. It means a lot to me, even if you scold at me sometimes for horrible grammar.

I apologize and here are two chapters instead of one and remember to read the newly made prologue, I was proud of it.


The luminous light shun brightly on the princess's face as she has awoken, she groaned slightly and flickered her eyes open, proudly showing her red eyes to the universe. She felt a tug in her lower body; she gazed down to see her husband tucked beside her, drown in his illusions. Shyvana smiled and positioned herself to face Jarvan. As she planted a small peck on her lover's forehead, she removed his arms from her abdomen and slipped out of the bed, trying not to interrupt the slumber of the Exemplar. When she step foot onto the wooden floor, a knock was produced and a cry came across the door.

"Shyvana," a feminine voice ringed out. "Are you awake?"

Shyvana opened the door slightly and peeked through the gap. In the doorway stood Catherine, who was brightly smiling toward Shyvana, as she carried a large parcel in her hands.

"Your majesty," Shyvana started. "What brings you here?"

Catherine observed Shyvana's clothing and hair, she chuckled afterwards and handed her a parcel. "Oh dear, sorry to wake you up, anyways, here, your crown has arrived. Take the box apart and wear everything that's in it. Don't leave anything behind."

The half-dragon looked puzzled as she accepted the parcel. "What is it for?"

"You need to take your photo today and you have to look your very best," Catherine reminded. "And do me a favour and get Jarvan to wake up as well. He's always lazy when it comes to waking up."

The princess nodded before her mother-in-law departed. She closed the door quietly and placed the parcel on the table. While she opened the package with care, she didn't notice her husband has already awoken from his dreams. Jarvan stood there silently and observed his wife's actions. Shyvana rummaged inside the package, revealing a long white silk dress with matching heels, a diamond necklace, multi-coloured pearl earrings and a hope diamond encrusted tiara. She picked up the tiara and examined it.

"This thing is heavy; will it cause severe injury to the head?" Shyvana questioned herself, weighing it with her palm.

"I'm sure it won't cause severe injury to the head." Jarvan chirped in, leaving Shyvana to squeal and dropped the valuable tiara on the floor.

"J-Jarvan," Shyvana gasped up, regaining her breath. "W-What are you doing here? I mean, how was your day? I mean…"

"Are you alright?" Jarvan asked, confused. He got out of bed and approached his lover with ease. Shyvana jumped back.

"Of course, I'm alright. Why wouldn't I be?" Shyvana asked, swatting her hair.

"Your gown is falling off and you're not even noticing that." Jarvan began, eyeing on her breasts and nodding. Shyvana looked down seeing her gown that is about to fall. She gasped and pulled it up as she groaned in annoyance. Jarvan chuckled at his wife's actions and picked up the tiara. He eyed the tiara and placed it on Shyvana's head, brushing her hair away from her face. Shyvana shut her mouth, not willing to say anything; only a blush covered her face. Jarvan continued staring and then coughed. "You better get changed…" He added, coughing the awkwardness out. Shyvana nodded and grabbed her items and headed for the bathroom.


"Remember to smile," Jarvan reminded Shyvana who was all dolled up. Her hair was neatly tied up in an updo bun with her bangs parted to the side lying just below her eye. The dress hung loosely on her well-shaped body, she held onto Jarvan's arm for support as she walked. The tiara lied dormant on her head as they walked to the grand hall. "And good posture, it's going on the wall."

Shyvana breathed in and out. "I understand."She stated, continuing to hold his arm. Jarvan nodded without saying another word.


"Sit here," The photographer ordered, pointing at the leather chair. Shyvana nodded and sat down, back straight. The photographer nodded in satisfaction and aimed the camera at her. "Now, smile!" Shyvana flashed off a soft grin as the camera captured her current appearance. "Beautiful," He added, staring at Jarvan and grinning. "I can see why you married her instead of Lady Laurent." Jarvan coughed with Shyvana chuckling. "I'm sorry, now, can you join the princess?" Jarvan nodded and approached her. Shyvana constantly looked over the room, taking glances here and there. As Jarvan stood next to Shyvana, the photographer gave a frown.

"Be more intimate," he said. "You two would look just adorable together." Shyvana and Jarvan looked at the photographer and then each other with strange looks.

"What kind of intimate?" Shyvana asked, glancing at the photographer.

He chuckled and brushed back his long red hair. "Not skin to skin," He started. "I can tell you that. I mean, holding hands, perhaps a kiss or something."

"Do you think that is too-?"

Before Shyvana can complete her sentence Jarvan grabbed her hand and kissed her on the cheek. Shyvana flushed a deep red as the camera captured the romantic moment.

"Lovely," The photographer chuckled. "We're done, thank you for your time."

Shyvana quickly pulled away from Jarvan's touches and ran out of the grand hall, completely embarrassed of her actions. As Shyvana stormed away the photographer looked at the prince.

"Your wife must be so embarrassed," He joked, beginning to place the camera away.

"My apology, she's new to this." Jarvan said, sighing.

"N-No, not at all," The photographer said, smiling. "Anyways, the photo will be ready in a few weeks."

"Thank you," The prince said, handing him a large amount of money. "The Queen will call upon you soon."

The photographer nodded and Jarvan chased the fleeing dragon.


"Shyvana, where are you?" Jarvan questioned, walking in the hallway. He sighed, wondering where Shyvana gets that energy from. He wandered around the hall until he met his father with Xin Zhao following behind him.

"Your majesty," Jarvan began, bowing toward his father.

"We're going to Kalamanda right now," Jarvan III ordered. "Get packed."

The prince looked at his father and cocked a confused brow. He knew he was going to depart to Kalamanda soon, however, he didn't know it was this soon. "This soon… Why?"

"Many reasons," The king answered simply, slightly annoyed. "We leave with haste."

"I understand but," His son paused and then resumed. "How long are we going to be there?"

"The time limit is unknown." Jarvan III answered once more, he was getting impatient with his son's questions. "The shortest time for now is at least four months." He added.

The young Exemplar studied the time frame within his mind. "Isn't four months a bit too long? Shyvana will be bearing my children soon and-"

"What have I said about her?" The King's voice was cold.

The prince blinked and flashed off a fake smile. "Of course, I shall be departing and rejoining you soon." His father nodded in satisfaction before departing with Xin Zhao.

Jarvan IV scanned the hallway as his father left and strolled down and glared at the decors, slightly confused, yet, annoyed. He shook his head out of his thoughts and sighed. "Maybe Shyvana… no…" All this thinking blocked his view to realize that he already made it to his room; he opened the door and started to pack for a six-month trip. Changing into his signature armour, he began to write a brief letter to Shyvana:

Dear Shyvana,

I'm going to leave Demacia for a while and for the time being, be well behaved and keep your temper to a minimum. I promise I'll be back before you give birth.

Jarvan IV

He observed his handwriting, "Is this too brief?" He nodded in agreement and wrote some more.

P.S. Drink a lot of milk, it's good for your health.


Two weeks later

It's been a week since he had arrived in Kalamanda and two weeks since he hasn't seen the face of his bride. All the chaos that has been created made Jarvan a bit impatient. Walking around in the entrance of Kalamanda, he gazed at the Noxians that ran around the village, acting like drunken idiots. He then turned at the Demacian camp site where his allies and subjects stood about. Garen approached his childhood friend with a smile,

"My prince, how are you doing today?" Garen questioned.

Jarvan shrugged. "I'm okay," He muttered plainly. "Just wondering how Shyvana is."

Garen nodded in agreement, "I see, but don't worry; Vayne is taking care of her well… I hope. But look at the bright side; this is for the future of Demacia. I'm sure Shyvana doesn't mind."

"Are you stupid or something?" Quinn chirped in, rolling her eyes at Garen. "Women are very sensitive when their husbands leaving them for a long period of time. Who knows what the men did when the women doesn't supervise them?" After the female Demacian has finished, Valor came swopping down in and giving a hatred glare at the Might of Demacia.

"That's not what I meant," Garen protested. "I meant she's going to be fine."

"Sure," Quinn said, unconvinced. She reached into her leather bag and pulled out a file and handed to Jarvan. "The file is complete."

Jarvan took the file and scanned it. "Thank you."

"The pleasure is mine and now if you excuse me." The Scout commented before departing into Kalamanda with the eagle following her every direction.

"What's going on with her?" Jarvan asked, staring at the Scout who is basically running for her life.

Garen shrugged, "Beats me," He answered. "She's always been like this since she gotten to Kalamanda and her bird apparently hates me."

Jarvan chuckled in delight. "I see you're having trouble with women... and birds."

Garen blinked and started laughing, "Asshole." Jarvan couldn't help but laugh.

"Anyways, I've heard Katarina is in Kalamanda," Jarvan began, giving him a silent signal. "Have you seen her?"

The Might of Demacia coughed. "N-No, I haven't."

The Exemplar dropped his head down in confusion. "Oh, I see. By the way have you-"

"Jarvan, my son," The king of Demacia called out, interrupting the friends' conversation. Jarvan and Garen bowed down, greeting the prince with the proper Demacian greet. When the king allowed them to stand up, he continued to speak. "We're holding a brief meeting about the mining accident a few weeks back and we are also signing the agreement, you shall accompany me."

Jarvan stood quiet, following his father toward the center of Demacia. He gave a silence glance toward Garen, who immediately followed his orders. With that, the young prince braced himself for the meeting.


Jarvan observed the area of audience as the king began his speech about the mining incident that occurred a few weeks ago.

"All of you had longed me to sign the agreement," Jarvan III began. "So, our proposal is that-"

A sudden caw burst into the area with Jarvan's spine tingling with hatred. Jericho Swain Jarvan thought, annoyed as the army of Noxus followed behind Swain as he approached in front of the Demacians, holding a man about the age of twenty. Jarvan knew that he was Demacian, for he has seen his face a couple of times, the prince assumed his name was Thorn Garvin.

"Swain," Jarvan IV shouted, slamming his hands on the table. "How dare you interrupt my father's speech?"

Swain gave a cold laugh and began talking. "Oh, I dearly apologize; however, someone would like to speak regarding the incident." He looked at Thorn Garvin as ordered in him to speak.

"I-It's true… I did murder all those Noxians in the mine," He began, biting his lip. "And then tried to frame it on Noxus…"

Chatter filled with the tone of confusion and questions, The Demacian king raised a brow.

"Oh? Who ordered you to do this?" The king questioned.

The man took in a deep breath and pointed at Jarvan. "It was him, prince Jarvan IV, the Exemplar of Demacia."

Chaos sprung at that moment, Jarvan beginning to rage. "What? I ordered so such thing!"

"We have a witness here, Jarvan, admit that you did it! You framed Noxus and you had ruined the image of Demacia!" Swain cackled out.

Jarvan IV grunted in annoyance as the Kalamanda officials cut the two enemies off.

"For the agreement, we'll delay it for now." They announced as Beatrice twitched her feathered head.

"Swain," The old king grumbled. "I would like Thorn Garvin to be released into Demacian's custody."

Swain spat in laughter and continued. "Not a chance! He is the key witness; we should not take him into either side!" The Master Tactician protested, grumbling after his words. Beatrice nuzzled his chin.

Jarvan III glared at the Master Tactician and burrowed his eyebrows into one. He grumbled to himself and then stared at his son. "Alright, we'll agree with this."

Swain cackled, "Thank you, Jarvan the third." Each word came out from the Noxian's throat was harsh and dirty. He grabbed the prisoner by the hand and departed, but just before he did that, the prince spoke.

"Deception," Jarvan cried in rage. "This is a lie, Swain. You made that man say all those words."

"Why would I make him say that?" Swain yelled out, pointing at his enemy. Jarvan was impressed by his lying skills.

"Troop," Jarvan hissed out, signaling his army to stand-by. "Stand by for battle!"

"Two can play at this game!" Swain screamed, signaling his troop to stay beside him. Everyone from the sidelines backed off in fear, running for their lives.

"Enough!" Jarvan III cried out, taking in deep breaths. He took a look at his son as he was forced to withdraw. Swain did the same thing and chuckled.

"I shall be departing now," He cackled again and took a step back. He paused and spoke once more. "And oh yes, congratulations on your marriage, Jarvan… Your wife is just beautiful and I heard that she's pregnant… Congratulations once more. It would be ashamed if… she miscarries and lost your lovely children, now wouldn't that be the tragedy?"

Jarvan grunted in anger as Garen pulled him back.


Three Months Later

As the months passed by, Shyvana's belly began to expand. She can feel her whole body expanding too as well. It's been five months since she has been pregnant; she is currently not enjoying this. She was spellbound in the palace, she wanted to go out and explore Demacia and however, Vayne disagreed with that idea.

"But Shauna," Shyvana began. "I'm going to die if I don't get some fresh air."

Vayne listened her name as it has been called, she never allowed anyone calling her Shauna. However, Shyvana has been her only friend in such a long time, so she allowed only Shyvana to say her actual name, just this once.

"If you die, it's not my fault," Vayne answered. "However, that would be a bad idea."

Shyvana sighed and sat down on the sofa in the living room. "When do you think Jarvan will come back?" She patted her round stomach before her friend answered.

"In a month or so," Vayne answered, shrugging. "He sent you letters, what do you need to panic about?"

"I'm not panicking," The Dragon started. Her voice deepened. "I'm furious. He just left me only leaving a note telling me to drink a lot of milk."

"Milk is healthy," Vayne commented, crossing her arms and nodding. Shyvana gave her an enraged look. "Look, when he comes back, you can rage at him all day long." She added, sitting down next to her friend.

Shyvana casted a glance at the arched window to her left, looking at the beautiful upper class houses that lie before her. Resetting her glance back to Vayne she smiled.

"I guess you're right," Shyvana stood up and headed for the exit of the living room. "Now, what do you want to do?"


News came in Kalamanda fast as the word of Thorn Garvin, the man who announced that Jarvan IV has commanded him to murder the Noxian miner in Kalamanda; was found dead in his cell a few days ago. The prince bit his lips when he heard the news, some refugees even claimed that the prince, himself, was behind this. Jarvan would often say that they 'misunderstood' everything and then head back to the campsite. For days, Jarvan hasn't slept well, knowing that Jericho was behind this.

"When I get my hands on that bastard, he's dead." Jarvan hissed.

"Calm down," Quinn suggested. "So what if he's up to something? We can't stop him unless you know what's going on." Valor was twitching his head.

Jarvan sighed and nodded. "That's correct," He began. "However, if we don't act now then someone might get hurt…" He voice pursuing into another direction and eventually died off.

"Well a battle isn't going to solve anything," Quinn countered. "You'll just be sending innocent people into the battlefield without having a plan. I can go scout the Noxus part of Kalamanda for more information, if you want."

The prince thought for a moment and nodded. "Sure, make sure you don't get caught."

Quinn laughed as if she was playing pin-the-tail-on-Hecarim without the blindfold; she took a gaze at Valor and chuckled. "As long Garen isn't there, we'll be fine."

The Eagle let out a terrifying cry.