Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 25, 2013 22:18:09 GMT -5
Belle stood quiet with her head rested against the wall. She could say nothing to ease either of their pains, and couldn't leave as long as she remained cuffed. A confused look reached her expression when Jarvan got pulled away, forcing her to turn as she watched Shyvana explode at him.
"..Miss Shyvana-" She tried to speak up, but choked before she could say more. What else had she done? What more damage had she caused. She looked at the half-dragon with pained eyes, forcing herself to turn away as she whispered, likely unheard beneath the shouts between the two.
"I-I'm so sorry.." Feeling more tears fall down her cheeks. "...I... I'm... so very sorry, Shyvana.."
Jarvan's anger grows as Shyvana continues to scream at him. "Shyvana! Why are you suddenly doubting my intentions?" He grimaces as she walks away, but he does not try to chase after her. He would deal with her later, but right now Belle was his highest priority.
The prince turns to see her crying more. "No Belle, you didn't do anything. She just has her own problems." He notices her struggling with the handcuffs, so he retrieves a key from one of the guards. "Here, let me help you with those." He removes the cuffs from her wrists. "There, better?" Jarvan then suddenly throws the cuffs to the side and embraces Belle. He whispers into her ear "Please don't do this. Belle I need you."
Jarvan pulls away from her and looks into her eyes for a moment. Then he presses his body against hers to have her pressed against the wall. He kisses her, but not a usual kiss. This kiss was desperate and needing, filled with passion. He wanted Belle more than any other woman in his life, and no one else was good enough for him now.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 26, 2013 11:03:36 GMT -5
Marabelle felt her hands freed of the cuffs, her eyes blood shot and reddened spilling more tears when he'd speak to her. Those teal orbs seemed so filled with pain and remorse. She could hardly look him in the eyes, guilt stricken over what had taken place. When he wrapped his arms around her, her eyes closed as her body trembled lightly beneath his hold. Her fingers clenching and loosening at her sides not returning the hug. Confusion assaulted her mind as images of what she had done while possessed rushed through her thoughts.
When Jarvan pulls away, she lifts her eyes to him briefly before suddenly feeling herself pressed to the wall. Her eyes grow wide with surprise, hands coming up to press against his chest. Belle lets out a struggled cry against his lips, feeling the weight of his body tight against her's unexpectedly. The kiss is reluctant at first, but slowly becomes more accepting as she begins to return the kiss. Her form continuing to tremble with her hands rested against his chest lightly. She couldn't fight the fact she needed him in her life. He was the one she loved. But fear forced her head to turn away, pressing her hands against his chest harder to try to push him away.
"Jarvan.." She whispered, shaking her head, "You have to take care of Demacia.."
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Mar 26, 2013 23:21:10 GMT -5
Gillam heard the yelling from the other room. Personally, he believed service before love was more important, however, he pitied the Prince. He had felt the same pain, the same regret, from leaving battle on that fateful winter day. He knew Jarvan would experience the same emotions he went through, but in the end, Gillam felt both of them made the right desicions.
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Jarvan's kiss became more fierce as he felt Belle respond to him. He felt that even though his world was falling apart around him, everything would be alright as long as he had her. He eased off of her when she broke away and turned her head to the side. At this moment he knew what to do.
The prince knew that the only way to get his love back was to fight for her. "I will. I will fight off the Shadow Isles and save Demacia. And when I do..." He presses the ring back onto her hand. "Put this back on." He then kisses her lightly on the cheek before backing away from her. "When the next attack comes, stay in the palace. No matter what happens, you must hide. Don't think that you breaking up with me will save me from you." He then flashes his wide grin.
It was at that moment that the doctor who treated Belle grabs Jarvan by his good arm. "My Lord! Need I remind you have an arrow sticking out of your arm?! This is no time to be making out!" Jarvan erupts into laughter, he is at ease now that he has a plan. "Yeah, yeah. Stitch me up doc." He then sits at the nearest chair and a few servants get to work at removing the armor around the arrow.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 27, 2013 0:46:13 GMT -5
Before the Prince could turn to the protesting doctor, Belle would do something probably unexpected. She gently placed her hand upon his cheek to keep him from turning away, bringing her lips up to meet his as if she were terrified she might lose him in the next battle. She saw the visions too. She also understood she could do very little to help.
"Don't die.." She pleaded when the kiss would be broken. Her hands cupped his cheeks to hold him there with pleading teal eyes. She was torn between wanting to protect him, and knowing his duties. But she would never try to stop him from doing what needed to be done.
Belle pulled back a bit, her voice lowering hesitantly as she clutched the ring to her chest, "Prince Jarvan.." She said, her cheeks reddening again as her eyes averted from his strong visage, ". . ." She couldn't bring herself to speak, especially not in the company of others. Not about what she was thinking.
Jarvan felt a petite, soft hand on his cheek that kept him in place. He looked down just in time to see Belle moving in for another kiss. He shrugged off the protesting doctor and kissed her back. This one less desperate than the last. When she pleaded with him not to die he couldn't help but think of how many times he had came close to death. He and death and had become good friends at this point. He knew that with every battle, there was a chance of him not making it back.
But, he would not let Belle know that. He stood tall and proud in an attempt to show courage. "I will not fall. I will return to you and we can start a family together." After saying this, he grins for added effect. "My Lord you could have serious nerve damage!" The prince does not want to further induce the wrath of the doctor, so when Belle pulls away he takes a seat.
Jarvan looks up when Belle says his name. "Yes?" He scrunches his brows together as her face reddens and she does not say anything else. "What is it Belle? What troubles you?" It was then that the doctor ripped the arrow out of his arm. He can't help but let out a slight grunt as this happens.
The top part of his armor has been removed to reveal the extent of his injuries. The cut on his face stretches from mid cheek to ear. It had bleed all the way down his neck and plastered his undershirt to his chest. The arrow didn't pierce his arm very deeply thanks to the armor. It had almost touched the bone, which would of been problematic. The blood had ran down in several lines to cover his whole palm. The cut on his arm would need a few stitches, but the doctor would simply slap a bandage on his cheek.
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Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 27, 2013 20:05:58 GMT -5
"What if.." She said with a look of heartache that would be immeasurable. Her cheeks reddened, but so did her eyes as tears threatened to fall again, "What if you don't?" She questioned. "Maybe.. we should--"
An apologetic look would go to the doctor as they mended Jarvan's wounds. She felt pretty awful for inflicting them. Belle would wait for the doctor to finish, turning a bit more red when Jarvan questioned what she had to say.
Seeing the arrow ripped from his arm made her cringe and turn away quickly, shaking her head a bit, "Nothing, Your Grace." She reverted to formalities. She distracted herself by looking at the bandaging around her left arm, and around her neck where the spirit forced her to wound herself. An exasperated sigh leaving her feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders suddenly.
When she turned around, she got a good look at the wounds she had given him. Stepping in and watching with a light frown upon her lips. Belle shook her head quickly, "If you swear to me, Prince Jarvan, that you will hold Demacia above me and secure its safety before mine... I will marry you.." Looking somewhat stubbornly at him with a determined look in her eyes.
"Tonight."
A beat.
"If.." She averted her gaze, cupping her hands together, "If you wish it.. of course. It need not be anything fancy."
Teal eyes slowly drifted back to Jarvan, "I believe you'll return, but if you don't.. You will need a heir. And it would be wrong for us to create a family before marriage. But you must promise me that Demacia will come first. Without Demacia, and without a ruler, all would be lost. Demacia would fall. I couldn't bare to see it gone.."
A lingering silence would consume the moment before Belle broke it to speak again. The strain in her voice giving away the intense worry she felt for his safety, and his decision to place the people above her. Of course she was afraid of dying, and especially ending up a prisoner to the Shadow Isles. But her death would be nothing compared to those in the coming fight if he didn't fully dedicate himself to his purpose. Being a Prince; ruling, leading, and caring for his people.
Not a single woman. No matter how much he loved her.
"When you return.. an official ceremony can be held. After all the destruction that has happened, and likely is to come, having something good happen in Demacia would help boost morale." She lowered her eyes again, looking at his injuries with a pained look. She was so scared he wasn't coming back. The demand to sacrifice the Prince haunted her terribly.
Jarvan withstands it as the servants scrub the dried blood off of him with wet towels. "Well if I don't survive, I hope my father has another son he failed to tell me about." When Belle said nothing, he dismissed it as her simply being overtired. The doctor begins to stitch up his arm. "Marabelle, maybe you should get some rest. I can have a room prepared for you."
The prince's eyes widened when he heard her offer. "You can't possibly make me chose between saving you and saving the city. Wait, tonight? why would you want to marry me tonight?" The doctor prepares a bandage and carefully places it on his cheek. Jarvan is confused as to why Belle would want to rush into marriage. Once she speaks about him needing an heir, he understands.
"Oh... OH! Er." He clears his throat as his face reddens slightly. "Everyone out, now!" The servants, guards, and doctor quickly exit the prince's chambers. Once they leave, he stands and begins pacing. "A child Marabelle? You want to marry tonight so we can have a child in case I die?" He sighs and rubs his face. "Yes, I suppose this needs to be done. If I die before having an heir, the Lightshield lineage will end." He sat on his bed. "I know you love me, but I don't want you to feel like you have to do this. Don't marry me and bare my child because of a sense of duty. Do it because you want to."
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 28, 2013 0:02:02 GMT -5
Belle's eyes instantly went to the floor when he started to pace. It worried her he might not like the idea, and his nervousness only added to her hesitation. She closed her eyes with a trembling breath. "You-- I'm sorry." She said, turning away from him as her heart raced with panic. "I don't want to pressure you." A sudden guilt hit her, worrying he might be upset with her for even bringing it up. Was she too forward? Had she offended him?
When he talked about it being a sense of duty, and possibly not what she wanted, her hands lifted to cup over her nose and mouth with a soft cry, "I want this.." She responded in a strained voice, "I would do anything for you. I want to know that if anything happens, a part of you would live on."
She slowly looked back towards him with a worried look, hesitantly moving closer as if she were afraid he might be upset with her. Her hands reached out to gently secure the sides of his helm lifting it from his head to set it onto the night stand. As she turned back to him, her fingers caressed the dark locks of hair, carefully seating herself on the bed beside him. Tears continued to fall down her cheeks with a soft nod.
"You have to promise me you'll put Demacia first. I couldn't marry you knowing you placed me above the people. There are too many who rely on you. Let the people of the palace protect me. You need to make sure your citizens are safe." As she spoke, she was fighting the urge to break down and cry again. Her lips wrinkled with every word, her voice strained under the fear of losing him.
Post by thegrandduelist on Mar 28, 2013 0:42:53 GMT -5
Fiora angrily slammed a fist down on her desk. She had already been late to the invasion, missing nearly all of it. Although many commended her efforts of helping the others, she was dissatisfied with her own efforts. Now it was all a matter of waiting for further orders from the King. Although Fiora was sure the others were busy.
Post by thenighttwins on Mar 28, 2013 1:00:09 GMT -5
Daniella awoke in the waiting room, it seemed after the battle had ended, the shock of the battle had knocked her out cold. Although it seemed that Dani had enjoyed herself, Dani was quiet and not as Hyper-active as she seemed. Upon awakening Daniella saw Gillam, the soldier whom she fought with(or helped out? XD) at a time. She averted her eyes, not hoping to strike up a conversation with the man who seemed very much in pain.
"I should find Lady Fiora...." She murmured to herself before getting up.
Jarvan quickly brought his head up when Belle said she did in fact want this. "You really do? You aren't just saying that because you think it will please me?" Out of all of the things that he thought could happen tonight, getting married was not one of them. In his younger and womanizing days, if you would of proposed same-day marriage to him, he would of ran. But, now he gladly accepts it. The prince knew he would have to marry to have children, but he always thought it would be with a dull woman he didn't care about. He was thrilled to be able to spend the rest of his life with Belle.
The prince sighed in relief when Belle removed his helm and played with his hair. He felt a wet tear hit his face. "Hey now." He reaches both of his arms around her and pulls her closer. "I'll find a way to get through this. I won't make a single mother out of you." He pulls her away from him and wipes the tears off of her face.
Jarvan can't help but groan when Belle insists that he put the citizens before her. "I know... But, you have to make me a promise too. Promise me that you will make sure nothing happens to you." He shifts around, uncomfortable with what he is about to say. He lets out a heavy sigh. "I promise that I will put Demacia and the citizens first. I will fight my hardest to protect them."
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 28, 2013 4:27:49 GMT -5
Belle, through all the tears and pain, nodded softly in response to his questions. "I do." She confirms again, "It means more to me then anything." She hadn't expected things to move this quickly either. But given the circumstances they faced, and the fact they both knew how much they both loved each other - it didn't seem in the least bit unreasonable. After the nervous proposition of a rush marriage had been met with agreements from both, Belle was relieved. She leaned in to kiss him again, a soft one that was brief, followed soon by a deeper one that she would let linger for a moment. When it would break, it would be met with brief hesitation like she didn't want it to end.
Belle listened to his words. Hearing how determined he was to return to her made her smile a little, "I know." She said, cupping her fingers just beneath his jawline with her thumbs resting beneath his eyes. Her thumbs moving across his cheekbones gently, keeping teal eyes upon his with that warmth that he'd come to know so well. "I know you will, Jarvan." Leaning into his touch as he'd gently sweep her tears away. Her hands drifted down from his cheeks to rest on his shoulders.
"Thank you." She replied, hearing him make the promise. It gave her some sense of relief, but it also stirred that constant fear that she might lose him in the upcoming battle. Belle leaned in to kiss him gently again, pausing to whisper, "I'll be safe in the palace. As long as Demacia remains standing, I'll be safe here."
Another quick kiss followed as if it might be the last before hesitantly pulling back and rising to a stand. "My Mother would wish to be here for the wedding. And if you wouldn't mind accommodating her until this battle subsides, it would mean a great deal to me. I'm concerned for her safety should she remain in our home."
Jarvan can't help but smile when Belle explains how much this means to her. Though he can't help but think of why they are doing this. "Belle, if I don't make it, raise our child to be good like you. They would make a kind ruler." He pauses for a bit. "They would be what the people need." When she mentions she will be safe if Demacia still stands his flashes his princely grin. "Then I will have to fight extra hard to make sure Demacia stands!"
He feels her hands touch the exposed skin of his shoulders, and he thinks of the bashful woman he got to know. "Marabelle." He grins as he thinks of what he is going to say next. "Aren't you embarrassed to be this close to me when I am just in an undershirt and pants? By noble standards I am naked!" He chuckles and kisses her again.
When Belle mentions her mother, all of his seriousness returns. "Yes, I will send an escort to retrieve her. Mind? Belle, your mother is my family now. She can live in the palace if you would like. We can even move in all of your servants too if that is what you desire." He gives her yet another kiss.
Jarvan thinks of how familiar this feeling is, how many times he has repeated it. He feels a sudden twinge of guilt strike his being. "Belle, since you are going to become my wife, you should know my secrets. So you know what you are getting yourself into. I-" He grunts. "You won't be my first, er what I mean to say is I didn't save myself for marriage. I am sorry, I had a wild youth." He burrows his face into her neck. "If I knew I would be meeting you I would of waited. But I never expected to feel love, so I just did whatever I pleased."
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