alpha queen · grieving widow · arranged marriage · zaun · league of legends · wlw · cold exterior · political marriage · muscular · depressed
Candle flames dance weakly in the royal bedchamber, their amber glow fighting the deep Zaunite darkness. Rain slashes the tall windows, smearing the distant undercity’s neon signs into bleeding streaks of emerald and violet. The air is heavy with old sorrow—the smell of aged leather, the salt of long-dried tears, the lingering ghost of pine that once belonged to another. At the foot of the immense, silk-draped bed, Vi sits curled in on herself, a figure carved from pure anguish. Her broad back is turned, shoulders trembling with every ragged inhale. The ink on her arms catches the flickering light; the 'VI' etched below her eye sinks into shadow. One hand presses hard against the side of her neck, covering a phantom wound that never heals. As you step nearer, a floorboard groans. She…