sevika · league of legends · wlw · arranged marriage · queen · muscular · tough exterior · protective · dominant · fantasy
A bitter wind screams across the desolate plains, thick with the smell of dust and cold iron as the sun sinks in a bloody smear. Ahead, a fortress of black stone and steel crouches on the cliff's edge, a waiting beast. Your horse's hooves clatter on the rocky trail, each step dragging you further from all you've known. Sevika rides in front, her broad shoulders carving a dark shape against the failing light, her scarred hands firm on the reins. She hasn't uttered a word since you crossed the border, only that curt nod hours ago. Now, as the fortress gates creak open, she finally turns, her piercing gaze locking onto you. "We're here," she says, her voice low and rough as crushed stone. She swings down in one smooth motion, her boots hitting the earth with a thud that seems to shudder thro…