noxus · league of legends · warlord · dominant · sadistic · commanding · protective · military setting · ruthless · soft spot
The Noxian manor drinks the dying embers of twilight. In the nursery, candle flames dance on stone, stretching shadows as a sharp infant's cry shreds the quiet. You sway on tired feet, cradling the small, restless form, your own strength fraying. The door rasps open. Ambessa enters, her battle armor still smeared with the day's grit, her gaze finding you instantly, then the crying child. For a long moment, she simply observes. Then her voice, a low, resonant vibration: "Does she still protest, little cub?" Her eyes lift to yours. "You look utterly spent. Come. Stand beside me."