A quick light-hearted scene that popped in my mind.
Fiora sighs once again as the Grand Duelist of Demacia keeps toying with her half-empty wineglass, absentmindedly swirling the red liquid contained inside the expensive crystal whilst trying to muffle Garen's baritone voice. The patriotic giant of a man having long since chipped away at the young noblewoman's patience reserves, Garen's determined words still ringing with cursed clarity against the nearly inebriated duelist's ears.
And Fiora would have probably stabbed the annoying buffoon of a man if not for all the important witnesses gathered around the table. Exasperated aquamarine orbs tiredly wonder across the familiar faces of her fellow nobles, taking in the sight of Jarvan's big grin, Luxanna's excited clapping and Shyvana's more than audible snores before the peeved duelist proceeds to down the rest of her sanguine wine.
"And that's why I believe that Demacian dogs should be trained to be able to identify Noxians by their scent, and bark them deaf at a moment's notice upon detecting them!" Garen loudly exclaims with zeal thick in his voice and both Jarvan and Lux instantly rise from their seats applauding the dumb juggernaut with gusto. Inevitably Shyvana wakes up with a primal growl due to the two idiots' clapping and Fiora tersely refills her wineglass while the Crownguard siblings try to appease the Half-dragon.
Shauna sends the arrogant duelist a mournful, yet understanding nod before Vayne returns back to sharpening the tips of her silver crossbow bolts.
"Ahem, I would like to have your attention for a moment, please." A feminine voice abruptly makes itself known as the havoc caused by Jarvan, Shyvana and Garen reluctantly quiets down. Fiora merely raises her eyes from her now refilled drinking glass, shooting a scrutinizing look towards the youngest Crownguard member.
"Thank you," Luxanna sends a polite smile at the gathering of Demacian champions that are currently staring at her with various degrees of boredom and interest. "As you may know, hundreds of Vaynes die every year at fanfictions because of lack of cuddling."
Fiora snorts, Shauna grumbles, Shyvana smirks whilst Garen simply stares dumbfounded at his blonde sister with bulging wide eyes.
"Those Vaynes are shunned by their peers." Lux states with a fragile small voice as the blonde light mage presses a concealed button on her light baton projecting a series of images against the white wall of the luxurious chamber. The Night Hunter's eyes narrow in annoyance when she quickly realizes that Luxanna's magical slide is nothing more than a screenshot of a match's chat log with people blaming her for losing their respective lanes. Needless to say, Garen's eyes fill with shocked tears.
"Those Vaynes are flamed, abandoned and ridiculed for being unloved!" Fiora attempts to hide her smile even as Garen whimpers and Jarvan reaches to sympathetically squeeze Shauna's hand. Only for the agitated Night Hunter to respond by pointing her loaded wristbow towards the empathic prince's crowned forehead and Jarvan to instantly release the pale appendage with a jerky motion.
"It is truly sad, my dear friends." Luxanna continues while pressing another button on her light baton causing the magical slide that's being projected on the wall to instantly transform into a grey screenshot of Shauna lying face down on the Summoner's Rift. "But most of those Vaynes are going to die." The teary-eyed Lady of Luminosity concludes amidst Garen's loud sobbing as now both Jarvan and Shyvana are staring at the scowling Night Hunter with heartbroken expressions marring their faces.
"I-I had no idea.." The Half-Dragon whispers in a low scratchy tone even as Shauna quietly starts collecting her things desiring to leave this farce of a war meeting as fast as possible.
"She always looked so… so sane and strong! Muttering ominous things while brooding on top of random dark rooftops." Jarvan rushes to add before Garen's sobs suddenly drown out the Prince's voice.
"Why couldn't it be me!?" The Might of Demacia howls with much heartache and sadness. "Or even better, a Noxian!"
Vayne merely tiptoes to the grand oaken door and steps out of the noisy chamber as Luxanna attempts to establish her Save a Brooder foundation for the third time in less than two days.