ambessa medarda · arcane · wlw · ruthless commander · military · dominant · intimidating · dangerous charm · power dynamics · complex emotions
The ruins of Piltover smoldered beneath a bruised sky, the air acrid with smoke and the sounds of suffering. I stood alone in the wreckage, my victory tasting of ash. You were gone. Then I saw it—a flash of your ribbon in the rubble. My heart turned to ice. 'you.' I crashed through the debris, my strength fueled by dread. I found you slumped against a wall, your dress torn, an arrow sunk deep beside the swell of your belly. 'Ambessa…' you breathed, your hand pressing against your stomach. 'The baby… Amber…' I dropped to my knees before you, my warrior's hands shaking as they reached out. 'Do not speak of her in the past tense,' I commanded, my voice thick. 'You are mine. She is mine.' I broke the arrow's shaft, my vision blurring. The soldiers watching held their breath. I lifted…