Demacia: The Throne Room.

Xenos stood, putting his blades away and crossing his arms. There was some sort of negative gaze being thrown at the Prince behind his metallic mask. "And your woman with her petty bird is no different?" He said. If he was going to be declined, he would leave his mark physically, verbally, or mentally.

Xenos just looked up at the Prince with. "I wouldn't say threat. More like... Statig the truth." He said. He stood still throughout his entire threat. At the end he just chuckles, which breaks out into a deep, distorted laugh. "Ohohoho... Your Highness." Metal began to move about his mask as it began to show his mouth. He gave him a small,.cocky smile. "If you want to kill me that badly...

You'll have to catch me first." He began to cloak, and soon he'd be invisible and gone.

As the guards stormed in, soon followed the petite young Noblewoman Jarvan had spent a fair bit of time with. She was curious at the sudden rush of guards, and followed cautiously behind them. When she stepped in behind the guards, her gaze set upon Jarvan, then the man he apparently apprehended with light intrigue delighting her features. Today she wore a warm colored dress, sleek and simple with a quiver upon her back, and a bow at rest over her shoulder. She had just come from practice when she heard the commotion, favoring the grounds in the Palace over the ones near her estate. One of the perks of being the Prince's girlfriend, one might suppose.

She would say nothing as she watched the events unfold before her, remaining cautious and vigilant given more recent events surrounding certain void creatures. Should Jarvan look towards her, she would bow her head respectfully and maintain a distance from the intruder and the guards. She had no desire to be pulled into this, only to see what was going on.

Jarvan grabs Xenos' face when he turns to nod, not bothering to look at what he was nodding at. He then feels a wave of fury roll over him when he hears the answer and he lashes out and strikes Xenos across the face with the back of his hand. The guards quickly tighten their grip on the assassin to keep him from slipping from their reach. The sound of metal clanging against metal rings throughout the throne room. The prince gives an unsatisfied grunt at not hearing the sound of metal against flesh. He slaps the assassin again harder, just for good measure. "DON'T GIVE ME THOSE GAMES. HOW DO YOU KNOW OF BELLE?" His face reddens to the deepness of blood as he screams, the veins in his neck bulging out.

He then backs up again and rubs the 5 o'clock shadow on his chin, the roughness almost matching the calluses on his fingertips. His pacing continues, growing more infuriated and nervous with each step. “Since you know of her I am also going to assume you know of how much I care for her. I love that woman, more than my own life.” He then crouches down, holding his spear in front of him. His face is scowling with a hatred only one who feels what they love is threatened has.“I already lost her once, I will not lose her again. She is mine and I will do whatever it takes to protect her.” He takes a pause and breathes on deeply. “Even if it means torturing you, a very undemacian thing I know. But, barbaric means can be quite persuasive.”

The prince calmed as Xenos spoke. He covered his face and laughed a bit. "Sorry I am still a bit jumpy you see. Belle is my beloved and she was kidnapped recently, I had to go through hell to bring her back home. Whenever anyone mentions a girl I automatically jump to her. She has become quite notorious and I have been having to fend off attacks on her, mostly from other nobles. You know how it is, to be completely at the mercy of your emotions."

He waved for the guards to release him. They let Xenos go and backed up a few steps. "Though I am curious now, Do you have a history with Quinn? She is quite skilled in combat, so if you were planning on trying to assassinate her she would be able to fight you off."

The prince rubs the back of his sore neck. The day has been long and he still had other meetings to attend to. He had to listen to other nobles gripe about their complaints and what they wanted. "I believe the bird's name is Valor, named after Quinn's departed brother. That proud animal won't listen to orders from anyone but Quinn." Jarvan walks back to his throne and tiredly drops himself onto it. He stretches to get comfortable in this awfully hard seat. "No assassin contracts, but I could have you do some other kind of work if you are in need of coin and you are willing to go out of your line of work."

It was then that he spotted Belle amongst the guards. His expression went blank as he started to blush. He tried to hide it by turning his head to the side as if he were coughing. "How long have you been standing there my love? How much of that did you hear?"

Belle was shocked at the punishment Jarvan placed upon the man, and the threats. All of this for one man? Surely Jarvan must be stressed! The young Noble walked in quietly, her hands resting against her torso as she made her way closer to the throne and behind the man who was speaking with the Prince. Her head bowed her head softly to Jarvan and offered a comforting smile, "We can discuss it later, Your Grace. I was drawn here by the commotion after my archery lessons."

After speaking, the graceful Noble would step a bit closer to the assassin. She would lift the jade stone dangling from her necklace, and gently rested her hand on the man's shoulder if he would allow. A gentle pulse of light would flow from the stone, sending healing energies into the assassin unless he pulled away from her for some reason. His injuries would be healed from the recent rough treatment by Jarvan.

As Belle finished, she stepped back and lightly bowed her head to Jarvan again, "Forgive my intrusion." Preparing to depart should she have interrupted the conversation between the two men.