Deciet (Closed)

Behind him a smaller form would follow, hidden beneath the layers of ebony that kept her identity secret once they arrived. Teal eyes lifted to the distant spires that Azazel glanced towards, tugging the cloak in more snugly about her form with a growing sense of anxiousness rising within her. Would everything be okay? What if she was discovered? Would Jarvan come?

She said not a peep to Azazel as her gaze fell to the ground, letting the shadows conceal her visage all the more with a slight frown tugging at her lips. She felt slightly nauseous on top of feeling generally anxious about the situation, not caring for the rather rough travel that was used to arrive at this position.

As Belle took a step forward, she took notice of the rocky landscape that they stood upon. They were atop mountains, which could only mean they were south of Demacia and it was a fair distance north. She didn't think it looked quite so tiny, but its appearance was deceptive in its general size all around. A soft sigh would escape her, wondering when she might have the chance to see her husband.

Still, she was haunted. She had been kept locked up off and on to appease the Champions who had so adamantly protested her retaining her life upon the Isles. In fact, as the dizziness subsided, the first real breath of air seemed to be the purest as she felt the relief settle in. For once, she was not fighting. For once she felt free of the constant assault of the Isles influence upon her person. She felt -- normal. And it felt amazing to be away from the Isles for the first time in nearly two months.

Belle found a place near the edge of a cliff that gave her an amazing view of the distant Demacia. She would settle down, folding her legs at her side and rest her hands against her lap as she waited with seemingly endless patience for her husband to arrive.. Or for whatever might take place, to happen. She wondered if Azazel may try to harm her, or if he may use this to assault the Prince. Worry was never far off from the comforting thoughts of seeing her husband again, concerned at his safety while she was away from the Isles.

It had been a long, hard day of work for Prince Jarvan Lightshield IV. All of the bodies have been cleaned up and proper funerals performed. But, there was still a profuse amount or rubble laying about and many buildings had to be repaired.

The citizens and military of Demacia began to feel closer to their prince than ever before. Immediately after he awoke from his drunken depression, he began to work on rebuilding right along side his people. He even ate most of his meals out with the public. Needless to say morale was higher than ever before, and the rebuilding of Demacia was going swiftly.

It was near evening when Jarvan arrived in his chambers. He was physically exhausted and covered in sweat. He may have to consider a cooler option of clothing to wear while he worked. A full body suit of armor retained heat and drained his stamina. Jarvan gladly stripped out of his armor and left it by his chamber doors so they could be cleaned.

The evening was turning out to be nice, so Jarvan opened the glass doors leading out to his balcony. He then figured that he should rid his body of all of the sweat and filth that accumulated, so he went into his washroom to take a cold shower.

Jarvan exited his washroom wearing a custom, silk robe. He was rubbing his head rapidly with a towel to dry his hair. He approached a laundry basket and dropped the towel within it. He jumped a little as he heard the squawking of a bird from just outside. The prince walked out to his balcony and saw a small, black bird carrying a piece of paper. He took the paper from the bird and read it.

The prince's eyes widened as he read the contents of the letter. His Marabelle was alive, and somehow out of the Shadow Isles. He quickly ran to his desk and managed to rip out a sheet of paper and found something to write with. He quickly scrawled this on the paper;

To whomever it may concern,

I have received your letter and I understand your location to the South. There is a safe house close to where you are, the lady should know its location. There will be preserved food and water there. I will meet you at that location where we can further discuss what is happening.

From,
Mr. Drunk on the first date.

Jarvan wanted to make the letter vague in case the bird got compromised, but add small details that the intended readers would understand. He simply folded up the paper and sent it off with the bird. He needed to act fast, he needed to leave immediately. Who knows if the letter was true, but he couldn't risk Belle if it was. He hurriedly began to pack for his unexpected trip.

Later that night.

Prince Jarvan Lightshield IV walked swiftly to the stables. He had left a simple note for his father stating that he was going to go on a trip to "clear his head" and that he would be back soon. To be honest, he didn't know how long he was going to be gone. Jarvan left his identity behind in his chambers. At this moment he was dressed as a commoner, with simple brown pants, boots, and shirt. He had his hair tied up, and had traded his grand lance for a simple spear.

Once Jarvan arrived at the stables, he took a hooded cloak and put it on. He bent over to check his pack for all of his needed supplies. He had packed a water skin, a few days worth of trail rations, a bedroll, one change of clothes, and a hefty amount of gold. He straightened himself out and slipped his arms through the shoulder straps of his pack. It was too late to go back now.

The prince in hiding then approached a tan horse and began to stroke its neck. It would be wise to not take one of the grand black or white horses, it would catch too much attention on the roads. He mounted the horse and rode it out of the stables. He took a deep breath in then and spurred the horse. He rode South, towards their destined meeting spot.

Azazel reads the note a slight smirk coming to his lips, perfect. He releases control of the bird only for it to drop dead in an instant. He doesn't give the animal a second glance as he hands the note to Belle to read, "It seems your prince in shining armor has agreed to see you again. Lead the way to the location, should anything arise on the way there, you run ahead. Understood?"

The summoner pulls back his hood and looks up at the sky, a slight frown appearing on his face as he feels the suns rays. Nothing like the days in Urtistan he thinks to himself as he waits for Belle to begin moving.

Belle gave Azazel a reluctant glance. She was uncomfortable in his presence given what he did to her; taking her away from her home and all. Without a word, she stood from the place she had been seated and started off towards the small house not far from their position. Belle's gaze seemed ever focused, trying to ignore the discomfort Azazel's mere presence caused her. Occasional glances drifted to him, but would quickly snap back forward with a growing frown on her lips. She was suspicious after all.

It would take them about an hour to arrive to their destination. A small, simple house located on the edge of the tree lines carpeting the face of the mountain. It had a perfect view of Demacia where it sat, overlooking the vast majority of the huge city-state.

Belle carefully let them in and quietly sat down, looking timid.

Belle gave him a weary look, her eyes narrowing slightly with concern. She wasn't sure what she might say in this situation, though her suspicions only grew with his question and the way he spoke to her. Smoothly the Noble rose to her feet, her eyes set upon Azazel though with a timid air, "If you harm my husband in any way.." She said with a slightly tense tone, not at all comfortable with what she was doing but feeling compelled to try and discourage his trickery. Whatever more she may have said, she allowed it to be lost in a moment of silence.

Belle had known darkness. She had known cold, and lifelessness. She understood the depths of anguish that seized the Isles within its relentless grip. She stood silent, wincing at the change in tempreture and the threats set upon her ears. A hint of fear shown in her gaze as she took a step back from him, growing more weary of the dark Summoner.

"I-I will do whatever I must to protect him." She said, reinforcing her composure with a burst of determination.