The Crownguard estate, albeit beautiful was rather unceremonious hell to Luxanna. Her mother and father both being of high standing in Demacian society, made her life arduous and every day was a new battle. Her father was always too busy off at his meetings with the King Himself Jarvan the 3rd, leaving only her mother, herself and the staff in the estate every day. Lux's mother had seen better days, constant worrying about her son Garen, who was off leading the dauntless vanguard against the Noxians had left her constantly grumpy. Being the only one at home day after day, left her open as an easy target for her mother. Given the state Demacia was currently in as well, made it worse, everything was an issue to her.

"Luxanna? I need to speak with you."

"Yes mother…" Lux replied back, she held her hands behind her back; she was ready for the impending rage.

"You've done nothing but lounge around all day and read." She pulled slowly on along cigarette; she paused for emphasis examining Lux with her cold blue eyes. "Go get yourself cleaned up, we're having a suitor over again." Not this again… "The maids will have your best dress cleaned and ready for you."

"I hate that dress…" Her mother paused, and cocked her head as if she didn't hear lux. She stood up, her ruby dress shone brightly in the dimly lit parlor, as she made her way over to lux. A head taller than her daughter, she bent down to get on eye level with lux. There was an awkward silence between the two of them, before it was ended abruptly as her smack sent lux backwards. Her face stung, but it was brief her mother hit hard but when you're struck so much it starts to grow on you.

"I'm sorry mother…" Lux whispered, holding her head down, she knew better than to make contact with her mother at a time like this.

"What was that?!" She furrowed her brow, her anger evident in every line of her face.

"My dearest apologies mother… please forgive me…" Her mother smiled at this, a wide maniacal smile, one she had seen plenty of times on the faces of Noxians. It made her wonder if she was actually a Noxian, but she knew it was not true her mother had served this country for her entire life. She bowed deeply to her mother and with eyes glued to the floor, she exited the parlor. Garen always knew how to deal with their mother, and every time he stopped by she seemed to stop filling her day with finding me a man….I can find my own man mother…

As she made her way up the staircase, she noticed her mother's maids running about making everything spotless. "I could've sworn that they cleaned all this yesterday…"

"We did Mistress Luxanna." An older gentlemen stood at the top of the steps, a hand out stretched too

"Ah, David it's always nice to see you!" His face lit up, but the happiness couldn't hide his exhaustion. Without her Father's kindness, her mother has been using his Butler as a slave driver, something that was clearly weighing on him.

"My dear, your personal parlor is all set for your meeting." He cleared his throat quietly and excused himself. "Your blue dress has been cleaned and pressed, and a bath is drawn my lady."

"With bubbles?!" He smiled trying not to burst into laughter, lux smiled back.

"Of course, my lady." Lux mouthed thank you, as her mother appeared from the parlor. Her eyes fixed on lux as she quickly walked to her bathroom.

The room had a thin haze of steam; small candles lit the room giving off sweet aromas. Finally, I'm finally alone…

Good thing the mirror is foggy; I'd hate to see what my face looks like. Not that I care really, I'm sick of all these Demacian soldiers from "Highly esteemed families." All I wanted was Ezreal but things were bad enough around here, bring him in here would be suicide.

She slowly started removing her armor, releasing ever strap and buckle until every piece slid off of her. The blue spandex she wore began to make her feel stuffy; she could feel the sweat forming on her skin. It clung to her, as she undid her boots it was always a fuss to unzip them from the back of your leg, but with a quick motion the spandex fell away from her.

I hate my body, I'm so skinny….I have literally the smallest boobs in all of Demacia, there are young 16 year old girls out on the streets of Demacia boobs four times larger than mine. I don't even have an ass either

A soft knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. "My lady?"

"Yes David?"

"Your gracious Mother has informed me that your suitor is currently here already, she wishes that you hurry…"

"Oh…Ok."

With that he left, she didn't care at this point. I'll just take a bit, I don't really care how long this guy waits for me, if he really wants to prove I'm worth it he'd wait. The water was almost scalding just as she liked it. As she eased herself into the water she let out a sigh of relief, her light creamy skin instantly turning pink in the water. She scrubbed herself thoroughly making sure to wash behind her ears and wash her armpits. I did kind of stink, training was kind of intense today…She leaned back lifting one leg onto the side of the bath to wash it. Ew, I need to shave badly, she laughed maybe she was spending too much time with soldiers and the like. With quick precision she shaved her legs perfectly eliminating every tiny little blonde hair she could see. She put her razor down as she felt her soft legs, all the way up to her waist until her hand found her lower lips. Yeah this needs to be taken care of as well, who knows I might meet someone good. The whole time she found herself thinking of that Ionian man she met earlier who came to visit. He wasn't the tallest man she had ever seen, nor the biggest but by far the cutest. He had soft golden brown eyes, and just this aura of calmness he spoke quietly but with elegance.

Yet he looked fierce, his Mantle of Decorum shone a deep purple that was almost black, it also gave off a faint pulse of light. A long sword sheathed at his belt, seemed too small to fit in its scabbard as it clanked slighted even time he moved. Dressed in only grieves and a soft jacket similar to a samurais yet it was black. Carrying a helm that resembled pantheons helm, but as if it came out of the void. Scars lined his chest muscles, and his stomach was wrapped in linen bandages.

She had bumped into him earlier in the palace when Prince Jarvan had requested her earlier in the day.

"I'm sorry! I didn't see you! Are you alright, are you hurt?"

He smiled a soft smile, clear lines shown in his face and there large bags under his eyes. He shook his head, "No problem young one."

"I'm not young!"

"I'm sorry to offend you, as I do not know you at all. My name is Micco, I've come from Ionia to spend some time in Demacia aiding the young prince on his swordsmanship."

"Oh I'm sorry for snapping at you like that. My name is Luxanna Crownguard, but you can call me lux!" She reached out a hand too him and he shook it gently. "I have to go now, the Prince requested me." She waved to him and took off down the hall.

She washed her hair gently, it was her favorite thing about herself, was her long blonde hair. It suited her, and she loved how curly it looked after a bath. Not to mention the fact that her favorite coconut shampoo did wonders to her hair.

Alright I'm ready, sad to leave the warmth of the water she surrendered and got out. After a rapid dry of both her hair and her body, she slipped into her silk blue dress. It fit perfectly as always showing off her assets, and bringing out the color of her eyes. Normally she didn't wear makeup but at times like these it was needed, a bit of mascara, a bit of blush and her favorite cherry lip gloss.

"Luxanna!"

Oh shit…

"Coming Mother!"

I don't really care about my hair at this point, its dry and it actually looks better than I anticipated it. She rushed down the stairs and into the main parlor, her mother seemed taken aback by her entrance. "Luxanna this is-"

She knew who it was, Alexander Spiritmight; the heir to the Spiritmight throne as they say. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he thought he could have anything he wanted including her. Back at the Academy, he used to hit on her all the time, reeking of bad cologne and sweat. His brown hair always slicked back, his beady brown eyes always blinking for no reason.

"Alex." She said curtly, with her jaw clenched.

"Luxanna how nice to see you are looking well." He said with a slight chuckle. Still the same little fat bastard I see. "Please sit, I'd like to talk to you for a few minutes if I may."

"I'd rather not."

He mother shot Lux an icy glare, that caused her to look away immediately but it didn't matter she could feel her mother's stare. "But I will."

He smiled, and took a sip for his water. Watches and bracelets made of gold shone brightly in the light of the room. "I think you are a wonderful woman Luxanna, I've always admired your skill in the Academy. Along with your academics, I've always been impressed by the person who you are. So I came here to ask your mother for your hand in Marriage if I may. You'd be well taken care of course, but upon your agreement you will be receiving an estate on the ocean it's a lovely house one that is dear to me. This is of course if you accept.

"She does Alex darling do not worry, I can tell that the two of you suit each other nicely." Her icy blue eyes met with Lux's.

I hope you are happy you old hag

A sharp knock came at the door, and her mother stirred from her seat, placing her drink down she made her way to the foyer. The knock came again and her mother cried out "I'm coming!"

"I hate you." She spat at him, "You're the same sleazy kid as you were in the Academy."

"Oh Lux darling, you're going to have to learn to like me." He stood up and walked over to her, a grin spread across his face as he pushed her up against the wall. "I'm so rich at this point I literally can do what I want in this city. The Lightshields cater to me, do you hear me?" She nodded, as his grasp on her tightened on her dress. "Now I get to kiss you, I've waited years too, and now I can as you soon to be husband." He snickered, as he slowly moved his lips to hers.

"No please Alex stop!"

"Not a Chan—"The words caught in his throat, she had blinked once and the blade of a sword was placed under Alex's chin. The edge was chipped and marred, yet it was deadly sharp with each crack just creating a more painful experience. She could see the fear in Alex's eyes, he was shaking clearly and the blade pushed up more causing a thin trickle of blood to roll down his neck.

"Let go of her."

No response, Lux finally had a chance to see who had entered the room. At the door way was the King Himself Jarvan the 3rd, dressed as regally as he always was, with a thick black beard speckle with a few white patches. He had already found a seat in the parlor flanked by two tall guards in full armor. Prince Jarvan the 4th stood in front of her mother, who surprisingly had the same look as Alex on her face. Finally her eyes met his, Micco? What is he doing here?

"Let go." This time he wasn't playing around, his words cut the tension in the room like a knife. Alex's grasp on Lux weakened until she was able to worm her way out of his grasp. The color had left his face by this point and a thin sheen of sweat shone on his brow.

"Good boy, now run along." There was no objection to that he gathered himself as best as he could and took off.

"What is this meaning of this Your Grace!" Her mother shouted the rage evident on her face.

The King cleared his throat, Lux knew that among the Demacian Hierarchy Her father was liked, but the same couldn't be said about her mother. "Madame Crownguard, as you know I speak to your dear Husband daily, so I'm assuming he hasn't spoken to you about this matter."

He mother must've been boiling over as she bit on her lip, muttering something to herself. Micco sheathed his sword carefully then took her hand in his, it was rough yet comfortable. So gentle for a swordsman, I like that. He guided her to one of the unoccupied seats, holding onto her hand until she sat fully down. He smiled at her softly, she couldn't help but look away the blood flowing to her face made her flush a little. "Are you ok?" She only nodded, words failed her right now.

"No my dearest Husband has not come home in a week, so this little visit is very unexpected and I personally am angry, your visit has cost this family so much." J4 stepped out of the doorway, he smiled and waved at Lux.

"I'll just get down to the meaning of this visit then since it's of the utter most importance." He flashed a cheeky smile at lux who laughed softly. Obviously the joke didn't sit well with her mother because she quickly swallowed the rest of her drink, and sighed audibly. "This here is Micco, he's a retired Ionian naval general and a fantastic swordsman. He's here to aid us with our rather unimpressive naval fleet." His father looked over the top of his peaked fingers, and nodded at his son. "However, he is young and the only way we could enlist his help was too offer something too his family."

"What is it that they requested?"

"Well..." He shifted uncomfortably under the stare of her mother, but quickly overcame his hesitation "His family asked for him to be betrothed to a member of the Royal Family, well as you know there aren't any females in the lineage right now…"

Her mother's mouth fell open, "So we had to choose someone who best suits the Demacian way, so we choose Lux.

What a turn of events…