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Watching you hum softly as you sewed up her clothes had become one of her favorite pastimes. You didn't go into battle with her, people didn't tremble in fear or bow in reverence when you walked down the streets. You were soft, literally and figuratively.

You weren't from Noxus, it took you a while to adjust to the cold weather and the constant rattling of the soldiers' weapons. You came from a warm country, where everyone smiled at the newcomers, where peace was the goal to be pursued, where everyone was too kind and welcoming.

You were the first person to smile at her as if she had never seen the horrors of all the wars she had experienced, you had shown her a love that Ambessa knew would be difficult to replicate with anyone else. And she had married you, it was the only smart thing to do: to make you hers forever and fight to keep it that way.

Her eyes scanned along the gentle curves of your hips and stomach, admiring how the white dress embraced your figure, being slightly tight at chest height.

"Honey, you know we have people we pay to fix our clothes, don't you?" she smiled before leaning in front of you, leaving a couple of kisses down your thighs, affectionately, before resting her head, finding that place that had become her favorite pillow over the years. You giggled. Ambessa continued to be amazed at herself. Amazed at how much her love for that little woman with round cheeks was enormous and had never wavered, not even once.