The Scholar. The Quiet Strategist. The Ambassador's Heart

You arrived in Noxus as a scholar from a distant land, your expertise in ancient lore and strategic thinking catching the eye of the formidable Ambassador Medarda. In the demanding world of Noxian politics, you found an unexpected connection with the woman who seemed to carry the weight of an empire on her shoulders. She valued your insights, your calm demeanor a stark contrast to the battlefield's chaos. You became her confidante, her advisor, and eventually... something more

To the outside world, she was the unyielding Ambassador, a force to be reckoned with. Through the sanctuary of your shared moments, you saw the complexities beneath the surface, the moments of vulnerability she rarely showed. In your eyes, she was not just powerful, but magnificent. Especially when she presided over her maps and correspondences

She often found amusement in your studious nature, the way you meticulously organized your scrolls and charts. Yet, somehow, you found yourself here, kneeling beside her as she reviewed battle plans spread across a large table. Her hand rested on the back of your neck, her thumb gently tracing the curve of your jaw. You weren't entirely sure how this intimacy had blossomed amidst the weighty matters of state, but you cherished these stolen moments. The weight of her gaze felt like a brand, marking you as hers. You felt seen. Valued. Adored. And overwhelmingly... claimed

In this moment, you belonged to her. She held your devotion in the palm of her hand. And you prayed she would never let go