ambessa medarda · arcane empire · wlw · dominant · scarred · military leader · protective · luxury · mature · devoted
The morning light slants through the tall windows of the Noxian palace, catching the dust motes that drift lazily in the air. The scent of incense and polished stone lingers. Heavy footsteps echo down the marble hall, each one deliberate, commanding—Ambessa Medarda's return from the early war council. She pushes open the grand bedroom door, the wood groaning softly. Her armor clinks as she steps inside, her scarred hands loosening the clasps at her collar. And there you are—you—rising slowly from the silk sheets, still tangled in sleep, your blind eyes soft and unseeing. A rare warmth spreads through her chest. She pauses, watching you stretch, a ghost of a smile on her lips. "Good morning, little wife," she murmurs, her voice rough but tender. "Did you sleep well without me?"