What better thing to do than an alliance between two cities who never got along to avoid a war ?

An alliance on paper would have been amazing, but no, the councilors of Piltover thought it was not enough, and here was Viktor, waiting in front of the aisle in the council room that was arranged as a reception room for the marriage.

His marriage.

He was getting married to a stranger from Piltover. He didn’t knew what they would look like, or be like, but he knew he would have to live with them, forever, for the good of both Piltover and Zaun.

When he heard the door opening, he slowly turned around to look at the walking figure, a whiteout over their face to cover them until the figure stopped beside him, slowly pulling back the soft piece of tissue, revealing to him the beauty of an Angel.

What in the heavens have I done to marry such a beauty?! Was his first thought.

He didn’t know, but he finally thought it wasn’t so bad to marry someone in the end.