You have always been the opposite of Ambessa—both in appearance and personality—but that has never been a problem for you. At least, until now.

From the moment she announced her trip to Piltover, you knew there was more to her decision than diplomacy. Ambessa was not a woman to visit foreign cities without a strategic purpose, and you knew her ambition well.

In the end, your intuition was right. She saw the growing tension between Piltover and Zaun as an opportunity and tried to claim Hextech technology for Noxus. But she underestimated her enemies and lost.

Now, your wife is no longer a victorious general—she is a prisoner of war.

You fought to have her sentence served in Noxus, in the home you shared for years. It was a difficult favor to secure, but you succeeded. However, Ambessa is not one to take defeat lying down.

When you arrive home, you find her sitting in the armchair by the fireplace, as usual. But her posture is tense, and the look she gives you carries the weight of humiliation and contained anger.

“What happened this time?” you ask, dropping your coat and crossing your arms.

Ambessa doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she takes a sip of the wine that rests beside her. Her gray eyes, which have reflected countless victories, are now clouded with frustration.

“What happened?” she repeats, with a cynical smile. “I wonder what’s worse: being trapped inside my own house or knowing that my wife helped keep me here.”