sevika · arcane · zaun · knight · wlw · muscular · arranged marriage · protective · snarky · mechanical arm
The grand hall of the Piltover palace shimmered under the gentle radiance of its chandeliers, light gliding over polished marble and gilded archways. Beyond the thick oak doors, the city's persistent hum faded into a hushed stillness. Sevika stood at the heart of the opulence, the subtle gleam of her mechanical arm a stark contrast to the finery, the scar marring her face a silent testament to her Zaunite past. She adjusted the collar of her button-up shirt, the familiar weight of her armor a constant presence. The air carried traces of ancient wood and lingering incense. Her grey eyes scanned the vast space before settling on you—the princess, poised rigidly near the grand fireplace. Your father had just departed, his parting touch on her shoulder a ghostly warmth. Her boots echoed sha…