The chains of the cold Freljord dungeon pierced his exposed wrists like frosted knives. Varus sat in the freezing, dark gloom, contemplating the recent events that had landed him in his dreary cell. He remembered her kiss, her touch, and the longing he had felt is his dark corrupted heart. He sighed, leaning his head in a more comfortable position so that he could once again try to catch the rest that continued to elude him. Suddenly, he heard the door to his cell open, and felt light warm his rigid, frozen face. He heard footsteps approach, and could just make out the sound of someone kneeling next to him. He opened his eyes, turned his head, and saw her. She wore the same blue hood and cape as when he had first laid eyes upon her. Her soft silver hair fell down to her shoulders, illuminated by the soft light cast by the open door. Ashe, the Queen of the Freljord, had personally come to visit the darkest archer in the land of Valoran, who was chained in the depths of her palace dungeon.
He turned his head, refusing to even look at her pale, smooth skin. "Varus, please listen..." she began, a note of desperation in her voice. "There is nothing you can do now, your majesty." She winced at the amount of venom with which he spoke. "I tried to convince him, I begged him not to go through with it. He just won't listen to reason," She said with tears now visibly forming in her striking blue eyes." He turned to her, his expression as cold as the prison he now sat in. Behind his eyes however, was the unmistakable fire of rage. "Your husband has never been much of a reasonable man. The only reason he even married the likes of you was for the power of the crown. He probably also wanted to conquer you like he has so many other territories in this cold wasteland you call a kingdom." He spoke with such hatred that the gasp she had planned as a response got caught in her throat. "Varus, listen to yourself, to how you're speaking to me, I thought," she began again. "Thought what," he spat "that your brute of a husband would be forgiving for once?" "That he wouldn't condemn you to DEATH!" she screamed, the tears now pouring freely down her face. "The damage is done. It seems as though I will be the one feeling agony now. I am the guilty one." he said as the anger left him. He now sat with the look of a broken man, who knew his time had come. "No! I won't allow this! I can't. I'll find a way. I promise I will free you of this place. You have my word." She brushed her cold lips against his cheek before rising to her feet. She turned and strode from the room, casting one last look of pity before closing the door, leaving him once again to his dark, freezing solitude.
He sat for what felt like an eternity, brooding in silence. He felt so naive for believing the notion that he could find love. Ever since his encounter with The Pit of Pallas, there was no chance that he could ever live a normal life. Even if he could, there was no way it would be with a beauty like the Queen of Freljord. He wished he could change that day. The day he saw her in a whole new light. The day he was forced into a match that changed his perspective on life. The day Cupid's arrow struck him, and caused a chain reaction that altered his fate forever.