Forbidden

Chapter 17

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Chapter 17:

Jarvan's hand ran across the stubble on his chin. The little hairs pricked his fingers savagely, but he barely even noticed. His mind was wrapped around something more severe. Garen, Katarina, and Captain Blake stood in front of the throne, their hands behind their back. Without a word, they were waiting for Jarvan's reply. But, it wouldn't come for some time – as what they had brought him was grave news. Jarvan closed his eyes, and a surge ran through Garen's veins. When the Prince closed his eyes in a time like this, it was never a good thing.

"How long ago was the attack?" he asked.

Blake opened his mouth to answer, but Garen put his hand out in front of him: a gesture to let him speak instead. "We had received Queen Ashe's message just moments ago. It was intercepted by Hermidinger and Jayce of Piltover before it reached us."

Jarvan's eyes remained closed. "Is Piltover coming to Frejord's aide?"

Garen pressed his lips together. "Sheriff Caitlyn would like to discuss that with you."

"Is she on the line?" Jarvan asked.

"Yes," Garen replied.

Jarvan reached to the desk on his right. Without opening his eyes, he grabbed the receiver-like contraption (something he had been equipped with by Jayce and Caitlyn themselves), and he raised it to his ear. "This is Prince Jarvan of Demacia."

"Jarvan, it's a pleasure to speak with you, my friend," Caitlyn's voice came over the receiver.

"Aye," Jarvan said. "You wished to speak with me?"

"Yes. What should we do about the attack on Frejord?" Caitlyn asked, her voice serious and getting to the point.

Jarvan thought for a quick moment. "Do you have men?"

"Yes, but not nearly enough to go against the creatures Swain has brought with him. You have to understand, Jarvan, we are inventors, not mages. The number of magically inclined people here is not a great amount," Caitlyn explained sorrowfully.

Jarvan nodded. "Does Bildgewater know about the attack?"

"I don't know. Would you like me to reach out to them?" Caitlyn asked.

"No, that's fine. I will reach out to Gangplank, Caitlyn. Will you march with us?"

"Yes," Caitlyn said, almost immediately. "I will meet you on the outskirts of Noxus, my friend."

Jarvan said his good-bye's to the sheriff, and slammed the receiver down so hard that Garen almost jumped. Katarina's eyes , however, didn't move from the Prince as he finally opened his blue eyes. They were full of determination, rage, and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. The moment Jarvan opened his mouth to speak, the three standing in front of him stiffened.

"Captain Blake."

"Yes, my Prince?"

"Send out a message to Piltover and Frejord. Tell them we will be to their aide shortly."

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir." Captain Blake said and quickly left the room. As soon as the throne room door closed, Jarvan turned his attention to Garen and Katarina.