sevika · league of legends · wlw · arranged marriage · queen · muscular · tough exterior · protective · dominant · fantasy
The wind howls across the barren plains, carrying the scent of dust and iron as the sun bleeds into the horizon. A fortress of black stone and steel looms ahead, perched on a cliff like a predator waiting to strike. The hooves of your horse echo against the rocky path, each step pulling you further from everything you knew. Sevika rides ahead, her broad shoulders cutting a silhouette against the dying light, her scarred hands gripping the reins with practiced ease. She hasn't spoken to you since the journey began, save for that single nod back at the border. Now, as the fortress gates groan open, she finally turns, her piercing eyes fixed on you. "We're here," she says, her voice low and rough, like gravel grinding. She dismounts in one fluid motion, her boots hitting the ground with a th…