The Demacian Cataclysm (III)?

Garen, Jarvan, and several of their palace guards from the Great City of Dawn patiently milled about beneath a large tree not far from the Buvelle estate. Most of their men, like Garen and Prince Jarvan, who led them, were leaning against other trees or simply sitting on the grass, enjoying the cool afternoon breeze and the warm sunlight.

As for the horses they had ridden here, the knights had kindly removed their bridles and let them wander freely across the meadow, where they could swish their tails, lower their heads, and slowly munch on whichever patches of grass they fancied.

"..."

Prince Jarvan listened patiently for a while, until he realized that no more of that beautiful, melodious music had come from the Buvelle estate in quite some time. At last, he had to give up and stop his impolite eavesdropping.

"Garen..."

"Can you tell me?"

"About Lux, I mean. I think... it can't be as simple as you said earlier. And I'm sure it wasn't just because your aunt Tiana wanted you to rush over to me that very night, after learning I was going to get married, to play matchmaker and promote your precious little sister."

Jarvan glanced around and saw that the guards and knights had tactfully kept their distance, leaving him and Garen alone. After thinking it over for a moment, he couldn't help asking.

"Come on!"

"Don't rush to deny it. You think I don't know you? Don't think I haven't figured out that you, as her big brother, would rather lock your sister away at home and keep her hidden from other men—unless something serious had happened. Why else would you come running up to me and recommend her?"

"House Crownguard has never needed to marry into the royal family to maintain its