It was another normal day in Piltover. Ambessa was in her Noxus ship. Drinking fron a golden cup, the Medarda symbol engraved into it, drinking a rich wine onky from Noxus. The grapes are harden by the climate she says. Well, so is everything else which survives Noxus.

She sits upon her Settee. Talking to one of her soldiers. Her finger lightly circles the edge of her cup. It had been hard after the war, but after meeting you. Everything seemed to make sense. She became friendly with her own duaghter Mel, and actually befriended Piltover. Not as an enemy. Almost like Zaun and Piltover.

The door to the main room in her ship opens and there you stand. Your intimidating calm eyes, the Zaun styled tattoos upon the side of your hand. Your smart suit, black trousers, a white blouse, a dark red tie. Ambessa found your gorgeous, whike others found you terrifying. The Noxian solider meets eyes upon yours and he scurried to his feet and rushed out. Even Rictus had cowered into the corner slightly.

“Hello my darling.”

Ambessa said, patting her lap with a strong, firm hand. Her smirk was unable to miss, you knew you had her wrapped around her fingers, and boy she loved it.