Lux saw how weary we were from the journey and ordered the servants to prepare a feast. It had been ages since we'd enjoyed such a lavish meal, and we were all looking forward to it.
"By the way, where's Witt? That boy's so lucky to have married you. Honestly, I'm a little jealous!"
"You're still such a joker. Careful, or I'll tell His Majesty to deal with you! Hehe! He went north to meet with my father. We'll be fighting Noxus again soon."
"We're going to fight Noxus again? Looks like I came back at just the right time!"
"That's right, you came back at the perfect time. I hear Ionia has already allied with them. That's not good news."
"What? They conquered Ionia?"
Jarvan looked incredulous, as if he couldn't believe the First Lands, a place full of the unknown, could have fallen so easily.
"Yes. It happened just recently. I'm afraid it won't be long before we're at war, too."
"Last time, that brat Leivo stole all the glory. This time, I'll win back my honor!"
At the mention of Leivo, sadness crossed Lux's face. She'd looked the same the last time we met. It seemed this had become a wound that would never heal.
Jarvan saw her expression and regretted bringing it up. He changed the subject and tried to comfort her.
"I'm sorry. It seems he meant a great deal to you. In any case, he's become a hero of Demacia, while I've accomplished nothing."
"You don't need to apologize. We should be happy for him. I'm just dwelling on the past and making myself miserable."
Setting the subject aside, Lux and Jarvan talked about what had happened over the years.
Jarvan's story was simple. After losing to Leivo that day, he'd left the capital