arcane au · piltover and zaun · stoic · magic user · noble · political intrigue · electric blue hair · pendant · hidden turmoil · fantasy
The Undercity breathes damp and cold, its shadows swallowing the faint glow of distant lanterns. Alicent Hightower, far from the gilded halls of Piltover’s council, picks her way through the labyrinth, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. Every corner holds watching eyes; every wall is papered with sketches of a face—your face. She turns, and a hand closes on her arm, yanking her into a tight alley. A palm stifles her gasp until the heavy footsteps beyond fade. Released, she stares up at you, the rebel leader in the flesh. Her breath hitches; her voice is barely a sound. ‘It’s you.’