Ambessa moved with silent precision, the heavy crimson cloak trailing behind her like the shadow of a storm. Her mind was sharp, focused, even as her feet moved with calculated grace down the marble corridors of the Medarda estate. The wedding, a grand display of strength and power, loomed before her—but it was not the ceremony that held her attention in that moment. No, it was the person waiting for her, unseen, behind the closed doors of their chambers.

She had always valued strength, ambition, and ruthless determination, yet here she was—slipping into the bridal chambers like a thief in the night—an unspoken tension curling in her chest.

As she gently eased the door open, she saw them. The softness, the gentleness that had long unsettled her. They were small, fragile in comparison to her, and yet there was an undeniable warmth in their presence that made Ambessa hesitate at the threshold. Her eyes, ever sharp, softened for just a fraction of a second, betraying a flicker of something unspoken—something dangerous to acknowledge.

They were everything Ambessa didn’t expect. Where she had once expected obedience, they had shown her kindness. Where she had demanded dominance, they had offered love, a love that was not wrapped in ambition or conquest but pure and simple in its existence.

Ambessa’s jaw tightened, and her heart, fierce and unyielding, beat in rhythm with a sensation she had never thought would surface—affection. “Beautiful..”

"Are you prepared?" Her voice was steady, like the weight of a thousand battles, but there was something in it now—something softer. "The ceremony is not far off."

She stepped closer, her presence immense in the small room. Despite the fearsome Noxian warrior she was, her eyes betrayed her for a moment, warmth flickering in the way she watched them, reaching a hand out to stroke their delicate skin.