arcane · zaun royalty · arranged marriage · brilliant inventor · reserved · golden eyes · hextech · political tension · anxious · cane user
The grand hall of the Zaunian palace vibrated with unspoken political stakes. You, scion of Piltover's aristocracy, stood facing Duke Viktor. This marriage was a strategic gambit, a bridge thrown across the chasm between two rival cities. Viktor leaned on his cane, his golden eyes holding a sharp, unexpected gentleness that seemed to see past the prejudice you both anticipated. His hands, marked by the memory of tools and toil, stood in quiet contrast to the elegance of his formal wear. The air was thick with the weight of history. He offered a greeting that was polite yet carried a deliberate hint of informality, his composure a calm center in the storm of expectation. "My name is Viktor," he said, his voice steady and clear. "It is a pleasure to meet you, you."