The Demacian Scout groaned in slight annoyance as she hid behind an alley, despite the fact it was only afternoon, the narrow passage was ebony and cold.
The perfect place for someone to spy upon another… Quinn thought, giving a small giggle to her mental comment. Gazing up to the blue sky, she spotted the beautiful Demacian eagle soaring through it, as if he can slice the atmosphere apart. Oh Valor, this isn't the time to show off.
"… What are you doing here?"
Quinn jolted as a pair of hands clutched onto her stomach and mouth. She panicked as she kicked backwards. The hands released her with a low grunt.
The Scout spun around and aimed her weapon at the culprit. She raised a brow, confused. "Talon…?" She quickly lowered her weapon, running toward the assassin's side. She then realized she kicked him in the place no men want to be kicked. Talon was on the ground, grunting.
"I knew leaving without the cup was a… bad idea." Talon forced out as the pain died down.
"Why did you grab onto me?" Quinn demanded, she was stammering like a baby.
Talon sighed in frustration as he stood up. "You were going to scream-"
The Half of Demacia's Wing snapped, "Well I can control myself, thank you very much." She can feel her cheeks burning.
The assassin chuckled darkly as he changed the topic. "Anyways, answer my previous question."
Quinn brushed the light dust off her uniform, "Various things," She answered simply.
"Oh? Like what?" Talon had his signature smirk on. Quinn can feel her ears heating up.
"What do you expect?" The woman asked. "I'm not a woman to betray the monarchy I live under."
Talon smirked and placed his arms around her waist. "Aren't you the most interesting prey I've stumbled upon?"
Quinn bit her lower lip gently and shrugged. "Anyways, have you gotten the information yet?"
Talon nodded as he pulled out a document out from his cloak and handed it to the Demacian Scout. "Things are looking very bad. It might corrupt into a battle."
Quinn sighed. "I fear that," She commented. "I wonder if we'll have to fight against each other one day outside the Fields of Justice…"
The assassin tsk-ed, "Lady Katarina is opposing against Swain and LeBlanc, we'll be on the same side… for now."
The pale-skinned woman giggled like a child, possibly equivalent to Lux's signature laugh. "Well, at least your sense of romance increased."
He smirked. "I've been practicing."
Quinn's eyes narrowed. "Don't tell me tha-" Valor's cry suddenly interrupted the couple's sweet quarrel. She groaned and pulled herself out of Talon's touches. "I need to go now. Valor is sensing something coming our way."
The Noxian shrugged it off and frowned. "Alright," he muttered in annoyance. "You need my help escaping?"
The Demacian Wing shook her head. "I'll be fine, you don't need to worry."
"I'll see you soon-"
Quinn chuckled. "I hope."
The Prince of Demacia scanned through the document Quinn had just received, giving a slight approval with a nod.
"This will help us a lot," The prince commented with thrill. "Where on earth did you get this?"
Quinn hesitated for a moment, finally choking out. "I know someone who knows a thing or two. But hey, I get benefits of it too."
Valor squawked.
"Shut it Val."
"Well this someone knows more than I expected," Jarvan muttered. "This is all the information I need, thank you Quinn. This is so brilliant that… I might give you a promotion."
The Scout nodded in approval. "Sir, you're making me blush…" She joked, Valor squawked along. She stopped after a moment and cleared her throat. "Um, Prince Jarvan… I have a question."
Jarvan IV looked up in confusion and then went back to his document. "What is it Quinn?"
"When are you going back to Demacia?"
The prince stopped scanning from the document and stared at Quinn. After a long hesitating moment he finally spoke. "Soon, I hope-" He lowered his voice. "I want to see Shyvana again…"
"You know," The woman chirped. "You're quite a tendering loving husband."
"Well," The prince commented. "Shyvana is my wife-"
"You should just go back to Demacia and spend some time with Shyvana soon," Quinn interrupted. "Your children are due very soon."
Jarvan sighed, bobbing his head up and down. "I want to, but the king wants me to stay here-"
"That is troublesome," Quinn muttered, interrupting the prince once more. "I shall be dismissed then." She walked out of the small tent, leaving a masked trail of anger behind her. I was right, he is nothing like I imagined.
Jericho Swain stepped out of the large tent in the Noxus part of Kalamanda as LeBlanc approached him. Swain gave a small grin at the Deceiver.
"Hello Evaine," He greeted, Beatrice giving a squawk. "I can see you're doing well."
The Deceiver frowned. "Jericho my dear, I do remember I said that I disapprove of that name." She began, playing with the crystals floating above her staff.
Swain chuckled. "But you'll always be Evaine in my eyes."
LeBlanc was not assumed, frowning. But she simply brushed the compliment/insult off with a cough. "Always the charmer…"
The Purple-haired woman then formed a smile on her face; her eyes showed a strange form of lust showing that she will lead the conversation. "And I assume you've heard the news of Thorn Garvin?"
The General nodded, placing his hand on LeBlanc's delicate shoulders. "Of course I have, my dear. Gossip always spreads too quickly over Runeterra."
"And I hope that satisfies you?"
Swain nodded. "Of course, everything you do satisfies me, Emilia."
The Deceiver frowned once more. "It's LeBlanc to you," She clarified, stepping back. Her smile quickly regained back. "And I do not hope a war will corrupt because of this argument between Noxus and Demacia."
The Noxian General chuckled as if he didn't understand LeBlanc was talking about. "What do you mean by that, my love?"
LeBlanc gave her alluring signature look and shrugged. "I don't know, Jericho. I don't know," She answered. "And make sure to say hello for Jarvan for me, will you? It's been such a long time since I've seen that bundle of joy, how old was he when we last saw him?" She paused to think. "Oh, he was thirteen! My, was he the charming young prince…" She added before leaving Jericho and Beatrice.
The name Jarvan made Swain wanting to hurl. Clutching his fist into a ball until his knuckles turned white, Swain muttered with a low whisper, "Of course Emilia, I will say hello to the prince for you, isn't that right Beatrice?"
Beatrice chirped a high cry as Jericho resumed back to smoothing out his raven's ebony black feathers.
The Princess of Demacia sighed as she strolled down the hallway with Vayne, who was gently taking her by the hand and leading her to the meeting room. Apparently, the council requested Shyvana to stand before them for a brief and unexpected chat. At first Shyvana didn't want to agree with this but Catherine insisted her to intend.
"You'll learn from experiences," Catherine said a few minutes back. "And remember, you'll be in charge when Jarvan is out of Demacia."
Shyvana hissed under her breath. "Damn you, Jarvan… Putting me in a tight spot like this-"
"Shyvana...?"
The mother-to-be looked up, slightly confused. "What is it?"
The Hunter pushed her glasses up. "We're here… I've been calling you for the past minute," Vayne explained. "Are you alright? You don't seem to be very original today."
Shyvana sighed as she opened the meeting door. "I'm carrying two Noble Hybrids… I should be feeling sick sometimes…" She muttered under her breath and she quickly took her seat before the all the council members came. Vayne took the seat next to her, apparently, the council asked Vayne to join as well.
The High Council looked at Shyvana and smiled, "Would you like to call the meeting?"
Shyvana shook her head. "I'll be ready when you are."
"Very well then," The old man muttered. "Good day everyone and I would like to call the meeting in. Now you may be wondering why I invited the Princess and Miss. Shauna-" Vayne glared at him with annoyance. "-Vayne to the brief meeting… Of course you've heard of the news in Kalamanda, yes? And there are several reports claiming the honourable prince responsible for the collapse of the mine in Kalamanda, I would like you, Mrs. Lightshield, to talk about the crisis, and I do apologize for the last minute request, you must be very busy taking care of your body. You are pregnant with the prince's bundle of joy."
Shyvana felt uncomfortable for a moment, she cleared her throat and began. "Thank you High Council and oh yes, it's actually bundles of joy. I'm expecting twins-"
The Council clapped, feeling slightly happy for the future of Demacia.
After the Council died down, she resumed back to her speech. "-Anyways, I believe my husband is not behind the incident of the Kalamanda mine. And of course, all of you are probably thinking the same thing, 'Of course she believes him, he's her husband.' I'm aware that he is my husband and soon father to my children; however, I'm not a woman to lie. I'm loyal to Demacia, and yes, the accident happened right when Jarvan left for Kalamanda, but I'm sure it was a just a coincidence or it is possible that Jericho Swain has something under his sleeve and we know the current Leader of Noxus despise our beloved prince and city-state. I mean, come on, he kidnapped Prince Jarvan and was almost successful into eliminating him."
Vayne stared at Shyvana who was talking with confidence. Wow, you're really good at improvising.
"And rumours said that Katarina DuCouteau has turned against Noxus, her own city-state since she disagreed with Swain's ways. The reason why the King and Prince left for Kalamanda is to-"
"With all respect, my princess," One of the Councillors spoke. "But I do recall you saying that Katarina DuCouteau has 'turned against her hometown', is that right?"
Shyvana nodded, slightly annoyed. "Yes, I do recall that I said that, is there something wrong about it?"
"Yes, I actually do," The young male councillor continued, sighing. "Of course because of Miss. DuCouteau's behaviour, you expect her to bring peace to Kalamanda with us?"
The Half-Dragon gulped and took a step back. "I say nothing about Katarina DuCouteau bringing back peace to Kalamanda with Demacia, but I do say; that might be a clever idea."
Uproar filled the room as Shyvana quickly interrupted loudly. "May I continue?"
The High Councillor nodded and told Shyvana to proceed.
"Thank you and I said might. It doesn't mean a yes, Benedict-" She sent a glare at the young man. "-Of course, Katarina is a dangerous woman with high potential in combat, and I do believe she has a kind heart within. However, this is not the case, the case is that people accused my husband is behind the Kalamanda mine that might corrupt into a war. In conclusion, I believe Jarvan is not a suspect at all. He's a wonderful person who cares about others more than himself and some of you should stop backstabbing each other with lies. Thank you."
The Council and Vayne clapped as Shyvana sat back down.
"Great job Shyv," Vayne whispered. "Not bad for a first timer."
Shyvana shrugged. "Improvising is my thing; I've been using it since I was a kid."
"Very admirable, Mrs. Lightshield, now moving on…"
Shyvana stared at the clock as time slowly past by, ignoring the Councillor's words and highly annoying quotes as she rolled her eyes at Vayne, who was not assumed (as usual), and grabbed a small piece of paper from the desk and scribbled a note to her and quickly passing it to her before anyone finds out.
Do you know how long the meeting will last?
Shauna glanced at it hastily and wrote some down before passing it back to Shyvana.
Perhaps another hour, if we're lucky.
Shyvana endured a groan as she kept her back straight.
The Half-Dragon yawned as the meeting came to its end. She stretched her aching limbs and walk out of the door. Vayne quickly caught up after her long moment of napping in the meeting room.
"That was so stupid," Vayne groaned. "And I hate the Council."
Shyvana raised a brow. "I never thought you would hate so many things."
Shauna rolled her eyes underneath her shades. "I hate the majority of things that ever walked on Runeterra, especially monsters."
"Like Teemo?" Shyvana asked with confusion.
Vayne shook her head. "Not yordles-"
"Oh come on, Teemo is possibly the most annoying champion in the League," Shyvana interjected, expressing her feelings. "And not to mention his mushrooms-"
"I'm not talking about that little… yordle," Vayne interjected. "I meant true monsters that has horrible vivid powers."
Shyvana thought for a moment and chuckled. "Is it that Crimson Reaper?" She paused. "Was his name...uh, oh yes, Vladimir?"
Vayne paused for a moment as she can feel her body temperature rising. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She announced after a brief hesitation.
"I always see him walking in and out from your room," Shyvana commented. "Are you…"
The grim woman quickly shook her head. "I have no- I repeat, no- relationship with him!"
The Half-Dragon chuckled as she leaned on the wall. "If you don't worry about him, then why are you tense?"
Vayne sighed. "I have enough with this! I'm going home," She clarified as her unusual pale skin began flush a bright red. "I need to do something."
Shyvana groaned. "But it's three in the afternoon," She protested. "It's the time of the day where it's too late to do anything while it's too early to finish anything!"
Shauna Vayne closed her eyes in annoyance. "Fine, I'm going out to buy something," She said, walking down the hall. "I'll be back, don't run off."
The Half-Dragon laughed. "No promises!" She called back as Vayne was out of her vision as she walked back to her room slowly. While Shyvana was retreating, she didn't know someone was observing her every move, what can she say? She isn't the best with map awareness.
"This is getting very intéressant," The Duelist commented under her breath as she hid behind a marble column. Her almond shaped eyes observed the princess's round belly and frowned. "Isn't it, Shyvana?"
The Half-Dragon stared out of the window in confusion. Was somebody following her? She easily shrugged it off and shook her head. "Nah…"
Fiora held her rapier and swung it with ease as Shyvana came in contact with the doorknob to Jarvan's bedroom. The door slammed as she slipped into the empty hallway, hoping her plan will fall into place.
She vill pay, Fiora thought, every step was getting furious by the moment. I vill take vat I vant and nothing can stop me.
She knocked on the door and put on her best smile.
"Coming…" Shyvana called out from the room, Fiora can hear her heavy feet dragging her to the entrance. The door cracked, Shyvana's face fell. "Oh… it's you."
"Hello Shyvana," Fiora greeted. "May I come in?"
Shyvana hesitated for a moment and sighed. "Yes, come in but keep your rapier outside."
Fiora chuckled. "Vell, of course-" She leaned her rapier against the wall. "-There, now everyone's 'appy…" She added as she stepped into the grand bedroom, leaning against the wall as Shyvana closed the oak door.
"Is there something you want Fiora?" The Princess asked, raising a brow.
The Duelist smiled once more. "It's about Jarvan-"
Shyvana quickly interjected. "I don't want you to tell me lies-"
"Jarvan isn't like the man you said he vould be," Fiora countered. Shyvana can feel her stomach turning. "You said he 'vas a good man with a heart, but in reality, 'e is like any man vho vants to escape t'eir wife."
The Half-Dragon blinked. "A-Are you trying to tell me that..." She gulped. "… Jarvan is cheating on me?'
Fiora nodded in pity. "Rumours spread fast, non? And guess vat? He is cheating on you avec moi?"
Shyvana laughed for a moment, knowing that Fiora was pulling her tails. "If you want a laugh, go to Shaco, he has a shit ton of jokes."
The Duelist tsk-ed in annoyance as she circled around Shyvana, like Annie would be around Amumu. "You just don't get it, do you?" She began. "Jarvan doesn't vant you anymore."
The Half-Dragon hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Do you have any evidence to show that Jarvan had intercourse with you?"
"T'ere is no need for evidence," Fiora explained, chuckling. "Ask Quinn and Vayne. T'ey saw vat 'appened every single moment of it."
Shyvana stumbled back on the ground, landing on a pillow. She was stuck between the words of Fiora and reality. Which one is real?
Taking a breath of air, Shyvana protested once more. "J-Jarvan… never said anything about you," She began. "He's loyal to me and-"
"Jarvan isn't loyal to you anymore," Fiora interjected. "The prince has been lying to you since the day you married to 'im. Let's face it, he doesn't vant a peasant like you, he only felt sympathy because 'e got you pregnant. And ven your babies are out, Jarvan vill exile you out of Demacia and let you die."
Shyvana can feel her body tingling, possibly cramping. "You… liar," Shyvana gasped out and then with her loudest voice. "Get out!"
Fiora chuckled and skipped out of the room. "Of course," She chanted. "Farevell, Shyvana." With the door closing, Shyvana grabbed onto the bed frame, trying to control her temper. Don't worry Shyvana… Jarvan will never do that to you… Will he?
Another cramping feeling emerged from her stomach, she groaned and panted. The door opened, revealing some Elite Guards whom she had worked with.
"Are you alright, Shyvana?" One said. "We heard screaming and-"
Shyvana shook her head. "Take me to the hospital!"She cried out, she gulped. "Please!"
And with that, her vision dimmed. Darkness corrupted her as if she fell into Nocturne's paranormal nightmare.
