Prince Jarvan Lightshield IV rushed to his father's chamber's with Marabelle close behind. He had something important to get done, and his father had to be there to witness it. He approached the doors to be met by the guards on patrol. "My Lord, what are you doing up at this hour? You need your rest after what happened!" He does not want to be rude, but he does not have time to stop. "I have important business to discuss with the king. Go take a break." The guards get the hint and leave the area. He approaches his destination and takes a deep, nervous breath in. He turns to Belle. "Ready?"
The prince hastily beats on the king's chamber doors. "Father, Father. I need to speak with you. Father." He practically unhinges the door with the force of his knocks. "Father." His knocks are unrelenting, almost desperate with their speed.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 28, 2013 4:36:36 GMT -5
Belle quickly followed after Jarvan. Her focus upon the Prince and his destination. Her heart raced rapidly as she would watch the guards get shooed off by the Prince. Her hands quickly coming up to cup around Jarvan's hand while his other pounded against the King's door.
Anxiety caused Belle's cheeks to flush a bit, stepping in closer to Jarvan to regain her composure some. Her life boat was him, and nobody else could possibly calm her nerves like he could. Especially at a time like this.
A group of escorts would have been sent to find Belle's Mother, and the servants of her estate to ensure they were all safe and brought back to the castle to remain until the battle with the Shadow Isle subsided. The worry over her Mother's safety added only to the stress, and the idea of her not being present for what was to come in a very short time, would be unthinkable.
Any sound within the chambers of the King would cause Belle to quickly step away from Jarvan, not wishing to seem informal despite the occasion. She wanted to make a good impression on King Jarvan III, knowing that gaining his acceptance was the final key to being able to be with Jarvan. A shaky breath left her as she looked up to Jarvan and offered a reassuring smile. Both for his sake and for her own.
Post by King Jarvan Lightshield III on Apr 3, 2013 3:20:11 GMT -5
The king awakened with a start, drenched in sweat. The shadows of the dead hung heavily upon his psyche: while the first wave of the invasion may have been turned, thousands had died to the screaming droves of undead... creatures. A pale hand wipes the cold sweat from his brow, pausing only to ease his wearied eyes. The horrors of that day could never be unseen, yet it was his duty to lead unflinchingly: rise up and show no fear.
Another barrage was laid upon the king’s chamber door, the muffled shouting hardly making it through the solid oak door. A gravelly voice of a man who commanded entire armies called through the door, “What is the meaning of this? You could wake half of the city with the ruckus you’re making here.” The door swung outward, revealing a face that echoed the devastation of the land. Each wrinkle of the king’s face deepened with the evil of the shadow isles, the bags under his eyes telling the tale of an interrupted night of restless sleep. The lines of anger faded instantly upon recognizing his visitors, “My son, Countess De’Vera.” He acknowledged the Noble woman with dignified confusion. “What brings you to my chambers at such an unseemly hour?”
"In our eternal forward march, we must stomp out evil all across Valoran wherever it may grow. Leave no stone unturned: the roots of one ignored weed will inevitably corrupt the whole of the garden.”
Jarvan IV gave a half-smile back to Belle. "Everything is going to be alright. We will both survive this and we will be happy and have lots of children together." He didn't know if he was saying this for her sake, or his own.
As he heard to door begin to open, he jumped back a few steps in order to not be hit by it. "Father. I..." He was at a loss for words. He always respected and feared his father, even with his tired and weary looking appearance. He tried to swallow a lump in his throat to no avail.
The prince musters as much courage as he can in order to speak further. "Father, I know times are dark and evil is eager to swallow us whole. But" He turns to Belle and pulls her next to him. "I love this woman! She is the most amazing, beautiful, and courageous person I have ever met. So Father..."
Unexpectedly, he bends over in a bow. His body is rigid, and his arms are straight down his sides. "Allow me to marry her, tonight. I can't spend one more sleepless night alone, choking on the terrors of my past."
Post by King Jarvan Lightshield III on Apr 11, 2013 16:49:04 GMT -5
His father's brows contracted. He looked upon his son, a paragon of strength, a man he'd raised to exemplify Demacian ideals, a man who would one day rule in his stead. Then his benevolent gaze turned to Lady De'Vera, a noblewoman in her own right, but perhaps not the one he would have chosen for his son had he taken an active role in Jarvan IV's betrothal. "My son... My lady De'Vera."
A long pause came after his address. Tonight? "My son, do not make this decision rashly," the king cautioned as evenly as he is able. "It is in your right if you so choose to make it, but..." He hesitated, choosing his words carefully before the prospective future queen. "This is forever. You cannot undo what is done." He locked eyes with the prince intensely for a moment before looking over the noblewoman beside his son.
"Are you certain this is what you desire? Both of you."
"In our eternal forward march, we must stomp out evil all across Valoran wherever it may grow. Leave no stone unturned: the roots of one ignored weed will inevitably corrupt the whole of the garden.”
Jarvan IV resumed his standing position when his father began to respond to his question. "Father, you and I know better than anyone how easy it is for a single person to become erased." He shifts his weight onto another foot, uncomfortable with what he is about to say. "It is possible that I will not survive the next attack. If I die without first having an heir, the Lightshield legacy will die with me." He hated thinking of his death, but he had to prepare for the worst.
The prince swallows as his father stares at him intensely, not daring to break eye contact. Once he does break away however, he turns to Belle so they both are looking at her. "Forever." He gently grabs onto one of Belle's hands and kisses it. "I believe it is time to stop chasing skirts and settle down. I am the prince, time to own up to it."
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Apr 13, 2013 21:48:39 GMT -5
Belle bowed her head gently to the King with an apologetic look following. She had not wished to disturb him, but this was surely important! Her expression turned worried at the King's hesitation. Did he not approve of Belle? It caused caution to stir inside of her, looking between Jarvan and the King with some reluctance.
"Your Majesty." She spoke up in a gentle tone, "Do you.. not approve?" She asked with a slightly saddened tone. If the King would not give his blessing as her Mother had, then would the wedding not happen? They were engaged. They certainly loved each other intensely. Jarvan had even confessed some things to her, and the fact he would even mention such things told her how dedicated he was to being with her.
When Jarvan spoke of possibly dying, the pain in her eyes became impossible to not take notice of. She couldn't bare the thought of him dying. He was everything to her. With the recent death of her Mother, it tore her apart to think he might be gone soon as well. The Shadow Isles stirred something inside of her that nothing else could.
Hatred.
She had never allowed herself to feel such an intense emotion towards any creature on Runeterra, but to think they might take Jarvan from her stirred that weakened emotion intensely. When Jarvan looked at her however, it faded instantly. The sensation of his calloused hands taking her softer ones, his lips touching her hands, it made her smile lovingly towards Jarvan.
"Forever." She said softly in reply. "No matter what happens."
"Your Majesty." She turned her gaze back to the King, "I love him.. I would sacrifice everything for your son. Every bit of me.. to know he's happy, and Demacia is safe." Her eyes were tearing up slightly as she spoke, filled with overwhelming emotions as they stirred.
Post by King Jarvan Lightshield III on Apr 13, 2013 23:05:10 GMT -5
The king's own eyes shone briefly with emotion as his son's chosen bride declared her love for him. It was fierce, moving. It reminded him forcefully of the late queen. He knit his brows, his benevolent gaze wandering between the young lovers. Her fervent proclamation caused one name to echo in his mind. Catherine.
"My lady, no," the king said, dispelling doubts. "Your love and commitment to my son is apparent--and what more can we ask for in this life than the gentle devotion of another." His lips went taut, his eyebrows knit as he prepared to give his blessing. "I'll have a servant wake the friar. And in the chapel downstairs you may say your vows."
Overwhelmed with the gravity of the invasion, his son's grim realism, the emotion of realizing his only son was undeniably a grown man, wished to start a family and select a queen... the king stepped forward and pulled Jarvan IV, his spitting image, into a firm hug. He then released the prince and offered the same paternal embrace to Marabelle De'Vera, the future queen. A single tear rolled down his cheek.
"In our eternal forward march, we must stomp out evil all across Valoran wherever it may grow. Leave no stone unturned: the roots of one ignored weed will inevitably corrupt the whole of the garden.”
Jarvan IV's mouth perked up into a wide grin when Belle confessed her love to his father. Even though he is kind, his position is intimidating. Belle had a lot of guts to confess all of this to the king. Even his own son knows not to overstep his boundaries with him. The prince was relieved that his feelings towards this amazing woman weren't one-sided. Or even worse, he was relieved he didn't fall for a woman that would just use him for his power. He had to deal with a great number of women who feinted interest in him for a shot to rank up in society. In his younger years these women were hard to detect and a lot of time was wasted on them.
Once the king said his approval, he couldn't help but grab Marabelle and embrace her with almost bone-breaking force. "Thank you Father!" He then remembered that Belle is a frail woman, and even though he was in a robe and not his armor he was probably hurting her. He released her sheepishly only to receive another hug by his own father. He was very surprised by this, the last time his father hugged him was when Garen managed to bring him home after he was captured by Noxian forces. The king normally showed his affection to his son with encouraging words or pats on the back.
Jarvan IV was glad to see his father's acceptance towards his fiance and soon-to-be wife. He was bothered though when he saw his father's tear. Was this talk on love and marriage bothering the king? He is a widower after all, having to experience and live through the death of his spouse. Jarvan felt sorry for his father, he didn't know if he could continue living if Belle died. "Are you thinking of Mother?"
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Post by King Jarvan Lightshield III on Apr 14, 2013 11:24:50 GMT -5
The king returned his son's inquiry with a gentle smile, despite the tear, which he wiped away on the back of his hand. "In the best of ways, my son," he said as he released Marabelle. "Come, let us go quickly to the chapel."
A look of loving determination came over him as he addressed the young lovers. "After this has all blown over, we will have a proper ceremony: grander than any before it. Demacia must love and know her queen--and your devotion to one another must be demonstrated in full bloom." He smiled paternally, turning to lead the way to the chapel below.
"In our eternal forward march, we must stomp out evil all across Valoran wherever it may grow. Leave no stone unturned: the roots of one ignored weed will inevitably corrupt the whole of the garden.”
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