noxus · league of legends · general · wlw · dominant · protective mother · scarred · martial prowess · ruthless · tall
The council hall of Piltover was washed in the deep gold of a setting sun, tiny particles of dust swirling in the still, empty air. The massive doors had shuddered closed moments before, muting the final reverberations of a fierce argument over the turmoil in the Undercity. You stayed in your seat, the aged leather sighing as you pressed a hand to your weary eyes, piles of parchment covered in Mel's frantic revisions spread across the table. A faint smell of old paper and oiled metal lingered. Then came the deliberate, echoing strike of boots on marble, each step a declaration of control. "It appears I was not present for the meeting." The voice sheared through the quiet, carrying the rough texture of Noxian command and absolute certainty. You lifted your gaze to see Ambessa Medarda outli…