Prologue
She was a commander and so she dressed like one, though her ragged armor and clothes were more suited for waging war, that did not diminish the power that radiated from her. Guests stared in awe as she walked down the isle to the center of the great hall, her chin up high and shoulders squired. Truly, a Noxian beauty.
On the other side of the hall, walking down another isle to meet her half way at the altar, was a Noxian man. He was a general of high ranking, wearing a tailored suit in the colors of his banner and a blood red cape.
He grinned when he saw her, she returned it with a sly smirk. Both of them had won and neither of them were defeated, that's when you had a Noxian wedding.