#;jarvan

The Demacian rubbed at eyes not once, not twice, but four times as she struggled to comprehend the golden figure before her. The Prince, fully armored and currently ravenously devouring all that was contained within her icebox, had somehow... Gotten in and....

“Uhm... Sir?” Quinn murmured hesitantly, as though her were not a man at all but a rabid wolf currently devouring the food. “....... I can cook something up, if you like... I can... I have better food than yesterday’s stew that I can offer you. Unless you like it, then help yourself!..... I guess.”

"……….Zzzzzzzzz……….Zzzzzzzz—!"

"… I wonder if Jarvan left any bastards while he was away for those years…. I mean not do doubt him but…. Well nights get lonely and he is the prince an-…. Why am I wondering about that??? I mean I honestly don’t care… But-… He’d have cute babies………”

You know its weird how people can catch you off guard. I always heard that the Prince was a stuck up, by the books sort of man. Kind of like Garen... With the whole 'takes his job too seriously' and 'if you're working you can't have fun' sort of a thing.

Not that the Prince jokes around all that often... He just... Well he wasn't what I expected, even if I wasn't overly sure of what to expect.

He gets a goal in his head... By the books or not, he accomplishes that goal. It makes sense now why he left without warning... Brought Katarina into the heart of the city without anyone knowing... How he told me to go off of my gut feelings instead of telling me to obey the proper protocol like Garen seemed so insistent upon doing himself. It was all for a greater good and it only proves to me that he knows exactly what he's doing and has a good heart beating within that overly armored chest of his.