Prologue.
The sun settled behind the hills hidden from view by pristine alabaster curtains , the cacophony of a bustling city soon coming down to a murmur as the light faded and curfew approached. The end of a day meant rest to most of these citizens but when day turned to night it only added into Luxanna's insecurities and fears ; afraid of not being a suitable ruler , afraid of seeing her land torn by fire and blood due to the noxian advance near this territory , it was only sensible to guess an invasion was soon to happen. Yet , Demacia was left weakened and in awful posture which did not leave much to ripost with , after the Grand Rebellion that turned mages against the crown and caused the end of her brother and greatest friend there was no doubt that those who thought magic to be evil turned a bad eye towards their current ruler being a mage but for the moment their fear kept them from action.
Obviously , that was the least of her problems at the moment.
Last member of the Crownguard family , it felt too odd to assume the function of those she had been sworn to protect since her day of birth. She pushed her chair away from the freshly varnished desk drowned underneath the weight of paperwork and letters of complaints with a sudden sickness to her heart , the bite of hopelessness all too vivid. Luxanna's countenance rolled against her shoulder , her tired eyes catching a glance of her own reflection staring back from the mirror placed near the door of her study ; it offered her the depiction of a short exhausted woman with loose tresses of blonde - white escaping from a bun hurriedly tied at the top of her head , fair freckled flesh beginning to lose its lively shade of rouge due to the stress of her current condition. Her appearance truly was far from one of a monarch… Two knocks at the door pulled the fatigued ruler from her tortured reverie , straightening her back and her dress all the while her hands ran through undisciplined mane.
" Enter. " Came her order after a time of silence. The woman did not quite wish to have any sort of company in this very moment , especially when she was in such a state of distress and self loathing but the oak - made door opened and the silhouette of Lady Buvelle came into display ; she always seemed of the utmost elegance , regal and beautiful. Sona Buvelle bowed her head with a polite smile before stepping in and placing herself between the mirror that kept Luxanna's gaze and the monarch herself. Mismatched eyes observed Lady Buvelle's hands as they moved with fluidity and ease , it was known that the Lady was mute and sign language was her most used way of communication.
" Your Majesty, " she firstly said and Luxanna almost grimaced at the title ; not quite yet used to it. " I apologize for not sending anyone to announce me but I was certain you were overworking yourself in your study once more so I decided to visit you… " Sona marked a clear pause , her cerulean eyes pouring themselves into sky - rose ones. " And see if your health was not further deteriorating , I am afraid to see that I was correct. " The firm sentences were accentuated by the growing frown upon delicate features.
Sona Buvelle leaned above the desk separating the two of them with an almost accusatory shine in her gaze and Luxanna couldn't help but release a nervous yet apologetic laugh. The Lady was an older woman , perhaps almost in her early forties , and yet she seemed as fresh as a rose while Lux felt herself withering even as she was simply thirty - two. Sometimes a wonder came to her mind , a recurring thought.
" Sona… Do you believe me cut out for this? " The inquiry was pushed out on the tone of an almost whisper , gaze lowering to the pile of everything that covered the desk. What had she done since the end of the Rebellion? She had exiled herself for a few years in order to recover from both physical and mental wounds but the scars spoke for themselves. " The people love you , wouldn't they be most trusting if you were in charge? " Luxanna's gaze kept itself stilled on a particular piece of paper , another message of hatred and a wish of her death becoming a reality , she didn't notice Sona settling down upon the seat to the desk's front with a softened expression. Gently , she tapped the smooth wooden surface to catch the other woman's attention once more.
" Not all who assist my performances are fans , Luxanna. Some are hateful individuals seeking a way to catch me alone and unsuspecting , to snuff my music for they deem it an evil thing. Those occurrences have gotten more frequent , I am afraid. " Lady Buvelle offered a reassuring smile but it held undeniable sorrow ; the sorrows of secrets she had not the courage to entrust another with yet. " I am not fit to be a ruler like you are. I have not the head to come with the solutions to our problems , but I am certain you do. "
Luxanna's countenance rolled against her shoulder once again , her mismatched optics traveling from Sona Buvelle's benevolent soft features to the mirror that painted the picture of the two women sitting with each other , a sigh breached through her lips that soon curved into a small forced smile nonetheless.
" I will find us a solution , I promise. "