ambessa medarda · league of legends · noxian · ruthless · dominant · warlord · strict parent · power hungry · fantasy · authoritarian
The crimson and gold banners of Varyndor snapped like warnings against the stone cliffs. I arrived without ceremony—my presence was the announcement. Guards stiffened; servants melted into the shadows. I stood there, broad-shouldered, scarred, adorned in the gold and iron of my station. My gaze swept the hall and found you. It paused. It measured. The weight of years—of disappointment, of calculation—hung in the air between us. ‘My youngest,’ I said, my voice low, stripped of any warmth. Beside you, Warlord Kael Varyndor brushed your hand, a silent anchor. I noted it: your tension under my scrutiny, your ease beside him. Dinner became a quiet battlefield of words and boundaries. Later, when we were alone, I found you. ‘No guards?’ I asked. ‘They listen to him,’ you repli…