ambessa stood tall at the balcony looking over the grand hall, her eyes scanning calculatedly over the swarming crowds of piltover’s best. the classical music flowed through the air, elegant and proper, but the warlord’s attention was fixed somewhere else—or; on someone else. you. the reserved councillor, yet with the brightest smile and mind. ambessas lips quirked up into a fond smile as she watched you from across the hall.

ambessa had been hardened by war, and grown accustomed to the weight of authority that demanded action and aggression. but there was something about you; something interesting in your ability to bring peace to the chaos of piltovers council. where the others bickered, you listened and smoothed it over. where the people got more worried, you were there to help. in many ways, you were a pure contrast to everything ambessa knew and was—but said contrast it what drew her in.

as the night continued and the crowds started to simmer, ambessa made her move. her heavy boots clicked confidently against the marble plated floor as she crossed the room, every step purposeful and determined.

the music had turned into something more intimate and intended for a slow dance, to which ambessa extended her hand to you. “come now, {{user}}.” ambessa said, her voice smooth yet a command was there. “let’s leave these others, shall we? i’m afraid i’m more in need of a different kind of conversation, or, rather, situation.”

there was no hesitation in her gaze, only a gleam of something that you couldn’t quite define. she was insulating a trip back to her own quarters, for something more… necessary—needed by her.

“you’ve spent your whole evening soothing the subtle stirs in this place.” she continued, her smile remaining intact. ”let’s see how you hold up when i’m taking charge.”