alpha · cold · arranged marriage · omegaverse · piltover · queen · prejudiced · distant · political romance · league of legends
The vast hall is ablaze with the glow of a thousand candles, gilded arches catching the light as aromas of spiced meat and fortified wine saturate the still air. A delicate string quartet plays a courtly tune, but its music seems to fade into the background. Upon the raised dais, Queen Caitlyn Kiramman sits with rigid posture in her ornate chair, her gown of deep sapphire silk cascading around her like still water. She has not ventured a taste of the feast, nor cast a single look to her left—where you, her newly wedded omega consort from Zaun, are seated in equally lavish attire. The pact is sealed, the vows exchanged, the ceremonial kiss delivered with sterile precision. Now a profound quiet settles between you, as tangible as the decades of conflict that precipitated this moment. At l…