Ashe was fast asleep on the king size bed in her shared room back at her Avarosan camp in the Freljord. She had been fighting a series of 6 matches in a singular row, and needless to say, she was extremely tired. Due to her ever wanting to show the rest of Runeterra that the Queen of the North was not to be feared, she shone victorious in all matches. Carrying her allies - whoever they may be - to glorious victory.

Sprawled out on the bed, she slept ever so peacefully, lying on her belly with her arms above her head on the pillow, and the quilt covering the lower portion of her body. Her silver hair was in an elegant mess across her face, as she breathed in and out, he hair moved ever so slightly, tickling her nose.

She sneezed a quiet, mouse-like sneeze, and awoke from her slumber. Ashe's eyes were still closed as she lifted her head and yawned. She turned around to lie on her back and stretched her limbs in all directions, yawning once more, and slowly placed her arms to rest on her belly.

The small, round window just above her bed was slightly ajar, allowing a light, gentle cold breeze of air to flow about the room. It felt fresh. The sounds of the Northern Winds piercing the air outside was music to her ears, along with the brash sound of clattering metal, where her men were training - preparing, to make an alliance with another Freljord camp.

She heared the fabric curtain for a door flap as someone moved into the room, heavy footsteps could be heard, as the mystery person stepped on the hard, wooden floor, filling the room with warmth, and life. The mystery person stopped walking, and started intently at her. She slowly revealed her eyes to the stranger, and to her delight, it was her husband, Tryndamere.

"Good, er, morning!" He said, sheepishly. He even blushed a little bit. Ashe let out another yawn and replied back with a sighed "Good morning, Trynd."

Although Ashe and Tryndamere were definitely married, Ashe did not love Tryndamere, and Tryndamere did not lover her, but, he had slowly begun to accumulate feelings for Ashe. Her pale, tender skin, her soft silver hair, the graceful movements she makes and more importantly, those deep, icy eyes, which gave Tryndamare a rush of blood whenever their eyes met.

Tryndamere smiled sweetly as he slowly walked closer to her. "Now, I've come here to discuss a plan of allegiance with the Cold Bone tribe, Nunu and myself have devised several pl-" He stopped mid sentence as Ashe got out of bed, completely butt naked. She casually walked over to her dresser and sat down in front of the mirror, and was looking for her hair brush and soap.

"Erm, Ashe?" asked Trynd.

"Yes? What is it?" She retorted.

"You're, er.." He looked away as Ashe stared at him in the mirror's reflection. "..naked."

"I know." She said, casually, as if it was a normal thing.

He was still looking away, Ashe noticed this, and silently stood up to walk over to him.

"We need to discuss a plan, so would you ple-"

He was silenced with a hard kiss on the lips.

For a split second, his eyes concentrated on Ashe, and Ashe only, she was looking back at him with a devilish look. He slowly closed his eyes and dropped the scrolls that he was carrying, he delicately lifted his muscular arms up to Ashe's waist and pulled her in, so gently. He felt his entire body tremble with heat and excitement as Ashe ran her fingers through his long, soft black hair, and pulled his head even closer to hers. All the sounds of the outside world, from the Northern Winds to the clattering of metal, had been drowned out by this.. Warmth. This sense of.. Love.

The dream-like state was broken, as Ashe pushed Tryndamere away from her with force and said "That's all you're getting from me!" She giggled, and walked back to her dresser.

He stood still in awe, blushing, and staring at Ashe with his mouth still slightly open. This wasn't exactly his first kiss either.. Being a young member of the barbarian tribe, Tryndamere as a 15 year old boy had a fling or two with a few girls, but that was nothing compared to what he just experience with his wife.

As she sat down, from the corner of her eye, she realised that his eyes were following her, and so, she turned around on the chair, and winked at him with a seductive smile.