Azazel rolls his eyes at the Prince's outburst, "Are you done being a child yet, prince?" The summoner met Jarvan's gaze, not a single flicker of life seemed to reflect in Azazel's eyes, "With a snap of my fingers she will be gone, do not tempt me. The King allowed her to visit, he has grown soft on her, developed affectionate feelings even. I plan on manipulating this, you will have her back permanently should everything go to plan. Believe it or not Jarvan, I have chosen to be your ally, not your enemy." Azazel looked to sigh as he looked away from the prince, "No doubt Marabelle will inform you of a meeting she talked the King into having, peace talks or something, it is there where I will act."
Jarvan was taken by surprise by what Azazel had to say. "Affectionate feelings? For MY wife?" A sly smile would come across his lips though as the summoner spoke of manipulating them. "So we send her back, have her lead your king on. Then once we have our 'peace' meeting we use his feelings to crush him."
The prince then walked over to the railing and leaned over them. "Isn't that what you had in mind? And why did your king allow Belle to leave?"
Azazel sighed when Jarvan smiled and spoke of a plan, "Shut up." He glances to the door, "She wouldn't intentionally lead the king on. She must not know what will take place, you speak like you do not think the King would retaliate, the condition of her remaining upon the isles was that so long as she was there, Demacian souls were released from the undead's curse, no one was to harm a Demacian, no one was to do anything deemed... Hostile... Toward a Demacian."
Azazel smirks, "Are you willing to give up that protection for one woman? Look at the devastation we caused with nothing but a weak force, what we sent to Demacia was barely a fraction of the king's army, those undead barely had sentience. Just imagine what will happen should the King lose something he holds so close. He will find a way to hunt you down prince, there are more than just undead that roam the isles." The summoner's smirk fades, "Are you sure you can protect your people against such evil?"
Jarvan turns back to Azazel while still leaning on the railing. "A word for the wise Azazel. It isn't smart to make threats against someone you consider your ally." He feels strange being seen out in commoner clothing and tugs on a sleeve.
"I will not sacrifice my wife, the future queen to those damned isles. I have faith in my ability to protect my people. If it comes down to it, I will rise up and be what Demacia needs." The prince runs his fingers through his messy hair. "When were these peace talks supposed to take place?"
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Jun 18, 2013 10:10:52 GMT -5
Belle remained against the door, silent and listening with focus. She could feel her heart sink as she picked up on some of the words spoken, getting the general gist of what was being discussed. Though other parts were muffled making it difficult to identify the full intentions. Still, it was clear Azazel had planned something terrible.
Her fingers rested against her lips with a look of worry resting upon her kind features. What did they have planned? Would this ruin the chance for peace?
Azazel narrowed his eyes at the Prince, "A word for the less wise, learn to tell a threat from a warning. You do not know how the King and your wife have grown close. Rumors are passed around the Castle, rumors suggesting rebellion because the champions believe he is now unfit to rule because of how close they have grown."
The summoner sneers, his eyes glancing toward the door, they linger there for a moment as he thinks to himself, not knowing Marabelle was trying to listen to everything they said, "The king will not fall to drinking like you did when I took your wife from you. He will turn to rage. He will rip Demacia apart in search for her if she leaves. Their deal was that, so long as Marabelle remained upon the isles, no harm would come to Demacia."
Azazel clicks his fingers, a small projection of Demacia appears before them. It was in fact the view Azazel had of Demacia while in the mountains with Belle, "You are still rebuilding. What we sent the first time, was nothing more than a weak force to test you. Are you sure you want to risk a stronger force being sent to Demacia while you have yet to fully recover?" Azazel smiles at the prince, "The cost of love is a high one Prince. Be warned, the king has defied the entity of death itself more than once now. He will come for you."
Jarvan was tired of hearing all of these threats about how The Ruined King will rip apart Demacia in search of Belle. "SHE IS NOT HIS TO HAVE!" He pounded on the railing with his fists. "Marabelle is mine." He turns to Azazel and begins to strut towards him. "I have finally found a woman I care about, and I will not let her go."
At this point the prince reached Azazel and stood chest to chest with him. "Obviously you saw some sort of strength in me that made you put your alliance in with me. I must have something that your king does not. I am willing and able to pay that price."
Jarvan then turns to face the door of the small house. "And don't speak like my wife cares about that thing. They have not grown close." He grumbled a bit. "Now if we are done here, I have some catching up to do with my wife."
Azazel stood chest to chest with the prince, his eyes turning black as he stared back at Jarvan. A sickening cold feeling of despair would wash over the prince, suffocating him, depression weighing down upon his shoulders and worming its way into his heart. Azazel doesn't raise his voice, he keeps it low and barely above a whisper as he hisses at the prince, "Treat her like a trophy all you want." Azazel's eyes, black as coals looks completely devoid of any life, any emotion. They were a never ending pit of darkness, "It is a warning. I allied with you, because it was convenient. With but a snap." He clicks his fingers, all color around them disappears, a spike of cold piercing the princes chest as Azazel's robes unfurl around him, spreading out behind him like great leathery wings, "And I will obliterate you."
Azazel's eyes return to their usual cyan color, in an instant, Azazel's wings were gone, color had returned to the prince's vision and the feelings of the cold and despair were lifted. Azazel steps aside allowing the prince entry to the house, "Prince."
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Jun 20, 2013 17:46:03 GMT -5
Belle slowly crept back from the door with a worried look rested upon her features. She turned quietly to find a seat in the room, not wishing for either of them to know she had heard what had been discussed. Many of these things simply did not sit with her, and left her increasingly uneasy with the situation. How could she enjoy herself back home if her return was being used against the King? Should she tell her husband what had been said? A ill look came over her as she lowered her gaze to her hands, settled upon her lap.
Belle took in a shaky breath as she waited for them to enter, trying to push back the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. Torn on if she should say something, or remain silent.
Even though Jarvan's gut churned, he stood his ground. He had to endure worse manipulation than this under the hands of the Noxians. He loathed having his emotions twisted by magic, and had to remind himself that Azazel was needed and he couldn't retaliate.
The prince gladly pushed past the summoner and entered the house. He scanned the room and found Belle sitting patiently within the room. He took the seat next to her and took her hands between his. "I've missed you so much." He kissed each of her fingers gently.
Jarvan then set Marabelle's hands down and tugged uncomfortably at the strange outfit he was wearing. He missed his armor and the regal feel you got while wearing it.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Jun 21, 2013 3:03:30 GMT -5
Belle lifted her teal eyes to meet with his, smiling ever so faintly in response to him. However a weary look was tossed towards Azazel whether he entered the home or not. She was uneasy with his presence, more so having learned some of his plans.
She turned her focus back to Jarvan as he spoke to her, and watched as he kissed each finger gently. Her cheeks tinted a soft red in response showing that typical shyness she always seemed to have. Particularly when it came to such affections under the gaze of others. One hand lifted from his to rest atop his own, leaning in closer with a soft smile, "I missed you too. More then I could possibly say."
As he tugged at his clothing, Belle smiled ever more warmly. Her arms lifted to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer to her with her cheek pressed softly against his and her words no more then a soft whisper, "I can wrap my arms around you more easily, Jarvan." She said, hoping to create a level of comfort for him as he clearly was feeling awkward without his armor.
Jarvan chuckled a little as Belle wrapped her arms around him. "Yes, we don't have my shoulder guards or chest plate in the way." He feels the rough material press against his skin. "It feels odd, having you see me like this."
The prince begins to feel more comfortable, and more calm as he simply sits next to his wife and holds her. It was funny how she always seemed to have this effect on him. No matter how angry or sad he was, all he needed to do was hold Belle in his arms.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Jun 23, 2013 17:14:48 GMT -5
Slowly Belle withdraw to rest her hand on his cheek. A worried look coming across her features noticeably, "That dream.." She mentions softly, "Do you remember what you told me? Have you been able to see to Demacia more clearly since then?"
She could feel the discomfort still welling up within her at what she had heard from their talk outside. Thinking back on it made her eyes travel away from his to settle downcast upon the floor. Another quick glance was tossed towards the door as if checking if Azazel were present, "I wanted to talk to you.." She said to Jarvan, "The King has agreed to peace talks between Demacia and the Shadow Isles. At the very least on the Ruined King's part. It would be a trip into the middle of the ocean to ensure neutrality so neither side has the advantage." Teal eyes floated back to Jarvan, softening gently upon him as she met his, "I will sit in with you two while the discussions happen to ensure fairness.. if... if you would allow me to."
He might recall a time when she talked of wanting to become a possible Diplomat. Someone to help with things between Demacia and other city-states. She is very level headed and neutral which would give her a clear advantage as she was capable of removing bias. Perhaps this was her chance to prove that. "I have spoken with The Ruined King at length, and he has treated me with respect while I have stayed on the Isles. It was his decision to allow me to return for a short time. For my own sake, and for a chance to talk with you about the Peace Talks."
There was an ever growing hope in her gaze as she spoke of the peace talks. Clearly she wanted there to be some level of understanding between the SI and Demacia. It came down to a few things if he agreed to this. Would he follow Azazel's plan and ruin Belle's hope for their future with the Isles? An alliance of some kind shattered because of treason by the very man who stole Belle away from Jarvan? Or would he put effort into trying to succeed at a treaty of some kind between them and fulfill Belle's wish to see peace?
Belle was far too true to what she thought was right to do any harm to anyone. Despite the daunting time spent on the Isles, the only thing that has changed is the influence of the willows. Her magic. She had hardened slightly, but she was still the caring woman she had always been.
Jarvan leaned his face against Belle's hand. He watched as her face contorted to that of worry. "Of course I have my love. I have spent every day since then working with the citizens to restore Demacia. I have even learned the names of most of the people I worked with."
The Prince sighs as Belle speaks of the peace talks, and how well the king of the Isles treated her. "Marabelle, do not forget that this man kept you captive. If he really respected you, he would of just let you come home." He felt anger flash up, but for his wife's sake he controlled it.
Jarvan hated this idea. These things attacked his nation and stole his wife, and they expect him to turn the other cheek. His pride screamed for him to just run their king through at the 'peace' talks. But, the look on Belle's face broke him. He sighed once more, but this time in defeat.
"I will agree to these talks. I do remember you mentioning you wanted to become a diplomat. Let's see how well you do there." He then leans into Belle and rests his head on her shoulder. He brings his face close to her ear so he can whisper to her. "I will get you back. I swear it."
Last Edit: Jun 23, 2013 19:52:56 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Jun 23, 2013 20:07:31 GMT -5
Belle couldn't help but smile as he agreed to the talks, despite wanting nothing to do with it. She could see the anger beneath the calm facade he put up. She knew her husband well enough to detect that much. Her fingers trailed his ebony locks soothingly, "I remain on the Isles for the sake of Demacia, Jarvan. It was also my choice to keep you and the people of your Kingdom safe. I would have it no other way if it meant one less threat to our home." It pained her to think she would be away from him again, but her sacrifice was a necessary one. She loved him too much to not try to protect him somehow. It was a burden she accepted when she married him, and one she would never take back.
Belle closed the distance between their forms as she gently wrapped her arms around him again, embracing him as if she were terrified of losing him. She could feel the tears in her eyes starting to form, but for his sake she would push them back with as much will as she could muster, and simply be the stone that kept him anchored and safe.
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