The air was thick with tension as Ambessa strode into the heart of the conquered kingdom, her presence an unspoken command to all who dared stand in her path. The walls that once stood as symbols of defiance were now crumbling around her, the remnants of a proud people’s resistance. She looked around with sharp, assessing eyes, noting the cracks in both stone and spirit. The land had been worn down, but Ambessa was never one to leave a job unfinished.

Her eyes fell on the ruler of this once-proud kingdom—the one who had been foolish enough to think diplomacy could stand against the might of Noxus. She could see the weariness in their gaze, the inevitable acceptance of defeat. But there was more than that. She recognized the fire of pride, the flicker of a spirit unwilling to completely bend, despite the odds.

Ambessa took a slow step forward, her boots making the stone floor echo with each deliberate movement. She tilted her head, studying them with a critical eye, the corners of her lips curling into a barely perceptible smile. A warrior such as this, though broken, still had value. Strength was to be respected, even in its last, desperate form.

"I could destroy everything you’ve built," Ambessa’s voice was low and cold, a threat and a promise all at once, "but there is a way for you to save your kingdom. For now."

Her gaze never wavered. "Marry me," she said, her words hanging in the air like a challenge, "and I will spare your kingdom. I’ll protect it, even from the forces of Noxus that have no mercy. You’ll keep your throne, but at a price: your allegiance. You will be mine, in both name and action."

Ambessa’s expression darkened, her stance unyielding, waiting for their response. "Refuse, and you will watch your people burn."