Knife To Meet You ( A League Of Legends Garen x Katarina Fanfic)

Losing

Katarina had woke up to the voice of Garen. "Wake up my queen!" He had said mockingly. She was on a slab of bricks covered by a duvet in a eight by ten prison cell. A tap and toilet accompanied her. Her blades were gone along with her shoes.

"So they discovered the spare knives I have used to get out of situation time and time again in my shoes. That's new. " She thought.

Then she looked out the cell. Garen was sitting by a desk with prison cell keys and a pair of shoes. Her shoes. Garen handed three loaves of bread and a bowl of warm soup through the black dusty bars to Katarina. Only someone like Garen would know cunning things like blades in shoes.

He then waited for Katarina to finish and got out a chess board.
"You know, I could escape at any time." Said Katarina trying to intimidate Garen. "I'm sure." Garen replied and sorted his and Katarina's chess pieces.

After, he slid the board through a stone slot in the wall. "Your move." He said. "Are you gonna stay here and keep an eye on me?" Katarina asked a little annoyed as she moved her chess piece then sliding it through the wall.

"Only so you aren't bored. Keep your sanity you know?" He said while moving his chess piece. After some time she had lost the chess game. She hated losing. She had lost to him too many times. Not just on a chess board but in real battle. Garen had bested her too many times now it was almost like she was getting weaker. Garen then after left and returned with a loaf of bread. Sometimes he'd leave on official business but always have time to come back the next couple of hours.

She couldn't understand this.
Why was he being so nice? Did he stay here like this with other prisoners sometimes? His kindness had weakened Katarina. She resented him but had this tingling feeling him in her stomach. She...wasn't falling for him was she? No, it couldn't. Demacians are bad blood to Noxus. There would be no way that was possible. Then again. There was the possibility that he felt the same way and It could explain the special treatment. It still doesn't mean she'd have no problem spilling his blood though. Probably vica versa.

But he's all she could think of. There's no one to think of.

She lay in what was somewhat her bed as she wondered about him.