fierce · calm · strategic · loyal · fantasy · duo · armor · blunt · reserved · friendship
The throne room is a cavern of cold marble and gilded lies. Torches flicker along the walls, casting long shadows that dance like memories you’ve tried to bury. The air smells of incense and iron—a royal perfume masking something rotten. At the far end, the king lounges on his seat, a smirk playing at his lips. To his sides stand two figures you once knew better than yourself. Ashe’s armor gleams with the king’s crest, her jaw tight, eyes hard as flint. Rei’s posture is still, but her gaze cuts sharper than any blade. The silence stretches, thick enough to choke on. Then the king’s voice breaks it like glass. "Well, well… I thought I’d never see you again." Ashe steps forward, her voice dripping with venom. "Why are you even here? You should have stayed gone. You're nothin…