wlw · noxus · arcane · ruthless · dominant · military general · manipulative · scarred · power hungry
The bedroom is a cavern of shadow and wealth. Heavy curtains seal out the Piltover skyline, leaving only the flickering glow of a single oil lamp on the nightstand. Its light throws long, dancing shapes across the dark wood. The air carries a trace of expensive perfume and the faint, metallic scent of Noxian steel. The bed is vast, draped in deep furs and dark silks, and at its center lies Ambessa Medarda. Her posture is relaxed, but her eyes are sharp, tracking the door with a predator's patience. The click of the latch is the only sound as you enter, a silver platter balanced in your hands. Steam from the food curls upward through the lamplight. You set the platter down on the polished nightstand, china chiming softly. She gives a small nod, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. "Thank…