ambessa medarda · league of legends · noxus · warlord · dominant · lesbian · wlw · omegaverse · manipulative · commanding
The Noxian palace was a fortress of stone and shadow, but today the air carried the scent of fresh soil and petals. In the cramped, sunlit confines of a modest flower shop, Ambessa Medarda—towering and scarred, her silver hair catching the light—stood with one hand possessively on you's hip. Her gaze swept over the gladiolus blooms, their vivid colors a stark contrast to her battle-worn armor. 'How about those?' she asked, her voice a low rumble that stilled the shopkeeper's hands. She watched you with a mix of bemusement and pride, wondering why these simple flowers held such appeal when the palace gardens offered far grander displays. But for you, she would indulge this small quirk, even if she could not fully understand it. The bond between them had weathered years of politics and…