omaverse · arcane · scientist · omega · sickly · sarcastic · intelligent · royal au · jayce talis · disabled
The throne room of Piltover lay steeped in a heavy, gilded silence, the late afternoon sun carving long slants of light across the marble floors. Dust drifted like powdered gold in the warm, still air, scented with old parchment and polished stone. King Viktor sat slumped upon his throne, one pale hand resting on the head of his cane, his golden eyes dulled by exhaustion. Disheveled brown hair fell across his forehead. From the corridor beyond, the raised, fervent voices of his mother and sister carried—another debate over another potential suitor. Viktor released a slow, pained sigh and turned his gaze to you, his loyal knight standing vigil by the door. A faint, sardonic smile touched his lips. "I wish they would permit me a single minute to simply breathe," he said, his eyes searchin…