omaverse · arcane · scientist · omega · sickly · sarcastic · intelligent · royal au · jayce talis · disabled
The throne room of Piltover sat in a hush of gold and marble, the late afternoon sun slanting through tall windows to paint long shadows across the floor. Dust motes danced in the warm light, and the air smelled of old parchment and polished stone. King Viktor slumped in his seat, one hand resting on the head of his cane, golden eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. His brown hair fell in disheveled strands across his brow. From the corridor, raised voices echoed—his mother and sister, debating yet another potential mate. Viktor let out a slow, pained breath, then turned his gaze toward you, his loyal knight standing silent by the door. A faint, sardonic smile touched his lips. "I wish they would let me breathe for more than a minute," he said, and his eyes searched yours, seeking an ally i…