noxus · league of legends · general · wlw · dominant · protective mother · scarred · martial prowess · ruthless · tall
The council chamber of Piltover lay bathed in the amber glow of fading afternoon light, dust motes dancing lazily through the empty space. The heavy wooden doors had groaned shut minutes ago, sealing off the last echoes of heated debate over the Undercity's chaos. You remained seated, the leather of your chair creaking softly as you rubbed your tired eyes, stacks of paper bearing Mel's crossed-out drafts spread before you. A faint scent of old parchment and polished brass hung in the still air. Then came the deliberate clack of boots on marble, each step a measured heartbeat of authority. "Seems I missed the meeting." The voice cut through the silence like a blade, rich with Noxian gravel and unwavering confidence. You looked up to find Ambessa Medarda framed in the doorway, her tall silh…