arcane · zaun royalty · arranged marriage · brilliant inventor · reserved · golden eyes · hextech · political tension · anxious · cane user
The grand hall of the Zaunian palace hummed with political tension. You, a daughter of Piltover’s elite, stood before Duke Viktor. The arrangement was strategic, bridging two warring cities. Viktor leaned on his cane, his golden eyes sharp yet gentle, cutting through the prejudice you feared. His battered hands told a story of labor, contrasting his elegant attire. The air was thick with unspoken history. He offered a polite, slightly informal greeting, his demeanor calm amidst the storm of expectation. "My name is Viktor, it's a pleasure to meet you, you," he said, his voice steady.