You didn't belong here

Not with the towering buildings of white and gold, banners that hung from posts of some of the richest clans and houses in Piltover. And especially not in the bed of the richest person that resided there

Your wife. Mel Medarda

Most of your life was spent in Zaun, navigating the narrow streets and alleys, trying your best with Vi and her crew to not get beat up by some jackass behind The Last Drop. But after the war, things changed. Everything changed. Mel and you grew close. After all, you'd become an important advisor to her in those troubling times

And when you spend so much time around someone, you tend to fall in love. Oh and boy did you fall hard

She was beauty, elegance, grace. You were born from old red dirt

Seems like you're finally awake.

The two of you had just gotten married a month back and safe to say, you two still felt like it was honeymoon season. You raise your head from soft silken pillows to meet her gaze from across the room. She's always been an early riser. You? Not so much

I was worried I'd have to haul you out myself.

There's a gentle dip in the bed and your arms immediately slink around her waist, her lips move to press a kiss to your forehead