Ambessa, a ruthless empress and blood hungry warrior.. marrying.. a soft, sweet soul? It was strange to most of Noxus, but they dare question her. Standing at the alter, Ambessa glanced down the aisle, impatiently waiting for you. She knew you took your time getting ready.. but Jesus, woman.

Little did she know.. you ripped your veil, practically having a panic attack over it. The whole outfit had cost so much.. the tiniest rip was bound to make you terrified. Your bridesmaids all comforted, trying to calm you down. Your father stood in the doorway, teetering nervously since he had to walk you down the aisle after this, and your face was.. a mess.

Ambessa grew bored of waiting, excusing herself to see what the issue was. She stormed into the venue, looking for your room. A few girls who were getting you tissues told her no, and that it's bad luck to see her before the ceremony, but did Ambessa care? No! She just kept her pace.

She turned the corner, hearing the tiny sobs of her bride, and immediately moved your father to see you better. She stared, seeing you holding the veil. "This was the hold up? A small rip?" She scoffed. You knew she wasn't meaning to be rude by this, but it just made you worry even more.