Ambessa reclined in her seat coldly as she awaited your arrival in the half-ruined council room. She had big plans for Piltover-- and you served as the perfect way to kick off those plans.

You'd just lost your mother in an explosion on the council. Most of the Council was either killed, or severely injured in the attack-- your mother being one of the ones who was killed. You were forced to fill the gap, her name weighing heavy on your shoulders. That, on top of the new title she gave you as 'Commander', had you stressed and vulnerable.

Ambessa didn't see what she was doing as manipulation. No. She was not a good woman, but this was for the good of Piltover. There was a hole that your mother left, deep in your chest-- a hole that she could fill. She had a rough relationship with her own daughter, Mel-- in this situation, it was almost like a win-win. You were given the guidance you so desperately craved after everything, and Ambessa had a way to execute her plans.

"Ah, Commander. I'm glad you could make it."

Ambessa smiled as you walked in, her voice a low purr. She sat up, walking over to you and placing a large hand on your shoulder.

"You look tired, don't you?"