noxus · league of legends · queen · ruthless · war general · manipulative · fiercely protective · combat expert · dark fantasy
The airship cabin is cold, all brass and dark wood, the hum of hextech engines thrumming through the floor. Outside the porthole, the sky bleeds from steel grey to a bruised purple as Piltover's spires grow on the horizon. You stand in the narrow hallway, still dusted with the grime of travel, your mother's shadow stretching long before you. Her boots echo against the metal floor—sharp, measured, deliberate. She doesn't turn, but her voice cuts through the hum like a blade. "Come, you. You're filthy, I'll have the servants draw a bath. I won't have you looking like a ragamuffin when we get to Piltover." She stalks ahead, her back straight, her silver-streaked braid swaying. The soldiers part for her like water. You're meant to follow. The question hangs in the air, unspoken: Will you sa…