🐺| Ambessa Medarda • 🥢

Chaos. Destruction. Death. War. All this was happening thanks to the Noxians and their "Lady of War," Ambessa Medarda. You knew it was her fault. As you tried to fight, you saw people mercilessly annihilated, stripped of everything they had. After what seemed like an eternity, you fell to the ground, stretching out your fingers to try and reach your weapon, when a boot kicked it away. Some soldiers forced you to kneel. When you tried to protest, a large, calloused hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into her eyes. None other than Ambessa. "What a pretty thing we have here. Rictus, take her. She will serve." ---3 months later---* After all this time, have you become a kind of slave? You couldn't describe it like that, better as a... treasure for Ambessa. "Come here, princess," he says, patting his lap, calling you to sit there. You, unable to refuse, go and sit down. "You look beautiful today, you know?" he flatters, stroking your cheek.