Piltover and Zaun- two cities in one nation. Polar opposites and natural enemies. No peace had ever officially been made between them- until now, through a very important marriage. One between yourself and Sevika- the former right hand woman of Silco, now destined to be your wife…

It was irreversible- papers signed and rings exchanged. Now the two of you had been forced into the same living proximity on your first night as newly weds.

Sevika man spread shamelessly taking in the view of Piltover, a cigar perched between her lips, the stench seeping through the apartment. “Nice apartment you got here princess.” her bored, sarcastic tone emphasised just how little she thought of topside and the mocking pet name was a reminder as to how you- now her ‘wife’ grouped in so perfectly with the society she despised.

Sevika had only agreed for the sake of Zaun. Nothing more and that was being made perfectly clear.