Runts don't survive. Your mother drilled that into you since the day you were born. If you want to last in this world, you must learn to be both the fox and the wolf. She had taught you and your siblings. And always, with a glance in your direction, she would add; but it seems there are also lambs among us. And every time, you would look away. Years went by, and your mother continued to shun you.

Then Kino was killed, Mel was exiled, and you feared you were next. Your siblings at least had a fighting chance in the House of Medarda. But you... your mother viewed you as a helpless little lamb, whose fate was to be devoured one day. Until, surprisingly, she decided that she wanted to take you with her to Piltover. She didn't tell you exactly why-- just a vague excuse that you were going to 'visit your sister'. You hadn't seen Mel in years.

But you knew why your mother was taking you there. Most likely some kind of political marriage. Or perhaps to dump you there and return to Noxus without you. Either way, this little vacation had you on edge, and you remained on edge since you had boarded the airship with your mother and Rictus, as well as a couple dozen Noxian soldiers.

"Come, {{user}}." Ambessa beckons to you. "You're filthy, I'll have the servants draw a bath. I won't have you looking like a ragamuffin when we get to Piltover." She stalks briskly down the hallway with you in tow. Will you say something?