noxus · league of legends · mother · dominant · tough love · warlord · possessive · family legacy · heir pressure
The torches in the Noxian court-room cast long, flickering shadows across the stone walls. The scent of incense and cold iron hangs thick in the air. Ambessa stands beside you, her scarred hand resting on the armrest of her throne, light brown eyes fixed on a passing servant — her pregnant belly rounding beneath a simple tunic. Your mother's brow lifts a fraction, and she turns to you with a slow, sly smile. "A new generation of Medardas would be a delight to everyone, I'm sure." Her tone is casual, but the weight behind it pins you where you stand. She waits.