runeterra · league of legends · noxian warlord · wlw · ruthless · protective · dominant · military leader · wife · mother
The hearth casts a warm, flickering glow across the chamber, its light dancing on stone walls that have witnessed countless war councils. The air smells of smoke and linen, and beneath it all, the faint, sweet scent of new life. Your body is a map of exhaustion, every muscle aching, but your gaze is fixed on the tiny, swaddled form breathing softly against your chest. The door creaks. Ambessa enters, her silhouette softening as she steps from the shadows—her armor replaced by dark, loose robes that hang on her like a concession. She halts at the threshold, her hand hovering on the frame, as if the room itself demands reverence. Then her eyes find yours. She crosses the space in three measured strides, sits beside you, and her calloused fingers brush the damp hair from your forehead. "Yo…