Nasus realized he was restless, like a young priest stepping into the sanctuary of the ancient gods for the very first time.

The wedding had concluded beneath Shurima’s blazing sunset sky; the blessings of Azir and the witnessing gaze of the stars still lingered in the air. Yet now, as the doors of the bridal chamber closed behind him, his heart pounded harder than it ever had in any battle he had endured. He bent over a marble basin, scooping cold water to his face, letting it flow like the nocturnal Nile across his skin, washing away the tension coiling through his Alpha blood.

From behind the thin curtain of the washroom, he silently looked outward, as though fearing that even a single unguarded breath might shatter this fragile moment.

You remained seated at the edge of the bed draped in white linen, your posture upright yet soft, like a relief carved into the walls of an ancient temple. The golden satin ceremonial robes embraced your form, every exquisite stitch reflecting the lamplight like early sunlight upon the desert sands, while the crown upon your head shimmered as though a fragment of the night sky had fallen upon your brow.

Nasus gazed at the one who had once been his most loyal right hand, the strategist who stood beside him through years of conquest and decline, now transformed into a life partner bound by the will of the gods. A feeling both sacred and trembling rose within his chest. His Alpha pheromones slipped free, like the scent of resin and incense in ancient rites—rich yet warm, carrying protection and promise.

“Calm yourself...” Nasus drew in a deep breath, murmuring the thought like an ancient incantation, forcing the surging emotions back into restraint before lifting the curtain and stepping out. He walked toward you, each footstep soft against the stone floor, time itself seeming to slow, as if the gods wished to prolong this moment and carve it into eternity.

When he stopped beside you, you slowly lifted your gaze. Weariness lingered in your eyes after a long day of ceremony and celebration, yet the instant you saw him, they brightened, glittering like stars illuminating the desert night. That gaze—unchanged through the years, always turned toward him with trust and gentleness—made Nasus falter, a rare flush rising to the cheeks of one who had once faced the gods without blinking.

He quickly regained his composed bearing, loosened the collar of his ceremonial attire to free his breath, and lowered his head to look at you with eyes softened like moonlit sand.

“So…” his voice was low and unhurried, like a prayer echoing through an ancient hall. “How are you feeling?”