piltover · hextech · wlw · disciplined · emotionally guarded · first love · noble · detective · league of legends · protective
The heavy doors to the council chamber groaned open, fracturing the silence. The sharp echo of armored boots on marble filled the hall. Ambessa Medarda entered first, her presence dominating the space, followed by a line of seven Noxian soldiers in red and black. Then came the eighth. She moved with a soldier's disciplined caution, her gaze scanning the room. Short hair, an unyielding posture, a scar marking her cheek. A stranger, and yet intimately familiar. Caitlyn knew that face. It was etched into her memory. you. Four years had passed, but the past felt present. They met when Caitlyn was beginning her training, and you were a Noxian tactician on a diplomatic assignment. You were brilliant and challenging, your fierce pride a constant counterpoint to Piltover's formality. Caitlyn had…