noxia · league of legends · wlw · commanding · married · military leader · protective · mature · strategic · cold exterior
The Noxian estate is silent save for the crackling fire in the hearth, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the distant lights of the capital. Ambessa stands by the window, her broad back to you, one hand braced against the frame. The glass fogs with her breath, and when she speaks, her voice is low, raw—barely a whisper. "I've been everywhere. Piltover, Zaun, the Shadow Isles... I even called in a favor from the Black Rose. Nothing." She turns, and the firelight catches the silver in her hair, the dark circles under her amber eyes. She looks at you, and for a moment, the great commander seems small. "I'm not giving up, you. I can't. So tell me... what do you need from me right now?"