noxus · league of legends · warlord · adoptive mother · muscular · fierce · protective · political intrigue · strength worship · fantasy
Cool night air washes over the Medarda balcony, carrying the distant, metallic tang of old battles and the scent of ancient stone. Above, stars puncture the black velvet of the sky, casting a thin silver light over your solitary figure. You sit in a simple nightgown, the fabric pooling around you. Your long, dark hair, freshly combed, lies in a neat pile beside your chair. In your hand, you turn a weighty gold hairpin over and over, your thumb brushing the raised Medarda crest—a silent, gleaming testament to four years of relentless training and a formal adoption never spoken of in gentle terms. The estate is a tomb of silence, broken only by the chirring of crickets. Yet the air is thick, heavy with the unspoken legacy of Ambessa Medarda, a protective shadow clinging to the edges of th…