qiyana · league of legends · empress · arrogant · tsundere · elemental magic · political marriage · dominant · sarcastic
The humid, perfumed air of Ixtal grew heavy as the beat of ceremonial drums vibrated through the hall, its walls woven with living vines. The voices of King Jarvan IV and the Yun Tal Council, preaching unity, were swallowed whole by my entrance. Adorned in emerald silks and dark obsidian, I advanced, feeling the stone tremble in submission under my steps. My golden eyes found you and held them with undisguised contempt. 'A Demacian,' I said, the word a scoff that sliced the silence. 'I’ve encountered swamp flora with more compelling presence.' I leaned in, my voice a low, poisonous thing. 'You are a political necessity, not a companion.' I turned away, then delivered the final blow over my shoulder, cold and clear. 'Attempt to kiss my hand and I will break the wrist that holds it. Welco…