Unsilenced: Blue
Weeks after Sona confessed her feelings for Kassadin, an agreement between them emerged. They would not engage in a serious relationship just yet until either of them were ready. They would also keep the relationship a secret until they were ready to officially declare it to the League or to all of Valoran for that matter. Thought they were not engaged in a serious relationship, it looked as though they have been a couple for a long time already.
Today, the couple decided to have a trip around Demacia to look for a different place to have their romantic dinner later in the evening. Not wanting to attract attention, Sona decided to dress herself as an ordinary citizen. She dressed in her most ordinary looking robe (still looked elegant nevertheless) and tied her hair in a ponytail. Kassadin simply removed anything from his attire that would probably inflict non-intentional wounds on others of they were to wander close. It's like his normal attire with no spiky things. They stuck close to each other like most couples do but did not hold hands as to not give away the secret relationship. But it did not help either way. From some distance away, Ezreal and Blitzcrank happened to be watching the couple.
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" asked Ezreal
"CRYSTAL CLEAR"
"That leads me to ask, did those two consult your matchmaking services?"
"THEY DID NOT CONSULT MY MATCHMAKING SERVICES. MY OBSERVATIONS LEAD ME TO BELIEVE THAT THE TWO HAVE SOME SORT OF RELATIONSHIP WITH EACH OTHER."
"Now now, let's not jump to conclusions..."
Ezreal paused for a while.
"But just to make things clear, I think I'll ask. It never hurts to ask does it?"
"NO. IT DOESN'T."
"Come on."
Oblivious of the two following them, Kassadin and Sona continued on their merry time together in the streets of Demacia. Sona seemed to be in a cheery mood. She then stopped at the window of some clothing shop to look at the dresses displayed.
"Fancy something you see?" Kassadin asked Sona
"Maybe~ What do you think?"
"You could use a new dress. And I see one that could look good on you."
"Can we try it then?"
"Why not. Come on."
Nearby, Ezreal and Blitzcrank continued to approach the two with extreme prejudice.
"WHY ARE WE APPROACHING THEM AT A SLOW PACE?"
"Because it struck me that this is Kassadin we are dealing with here. Who knows what he's doing with Sona. For all we know, he's holding her hostage."
"HOLDING HER HOSTAGE FOR WHAT PARTICULAR REASON?"
"How in Valoran should I know? A void summoning ritual or maybe some weird fetish with magical instruments, you pick one. Now come on"
The two approached the clothing shop and peered at the window to see what was going on inside. There they saw Kassadin waiting right outside the changing room with a blank expression on his face. At the next moment, Sona got out of the changing room dressed in a rather beautiful robe. She spun around, showcasing the robe to Kassadin. After a moment of consideration, Kassadin seemed to nod in approval. Sona blushed from Kassadin's compliment and then returned inside the changing room.
"Alright Blitz, seeing as how you're too big to fit inside the shop, you wait here. If anything bad happens, pull me out."
"ALRIGHTY THEN."
Ezreal gulped as he entered the shop. Almost immediately, Kassadin noticed his entry. Ezreal braced himself for a confrontation with Kassadin, he approached carefully. To his surprise, Kassadin reluctantly waved at him as if he was acknowledging his presence. Relieved and confused, he lowered his guard and walked towards Kassadin.
"Uh.. Good day Kassadin."
"Good day to you as well Ezreal. What brings you to this shop? Looking for dresses as well?"
He's cracking jokes? I'm starting to doubt if Kassadin is the one who's doing the hostage thing.
"Err.. no. Actually I've come to ask you a question."
"And what question might that be?"
Ezreal thought for a moment before asking his question.
"Is there.. something going on with you and Sona?"
Expecting an answer, Ezreal only got silence from Kassadin. Kassadin crossed his arms and looked at Ezreal sternly. Ezreal shifted uneasily, not quite expecting this reaction from Kassadin. At any moment he was already prepared to be pulled by Blitzcrank. But Kassadin simply stood there as if he was waiting for something to happen. It was at that moment that the curtains to the changing room shuffled and out came Sona.
"Errr.. Kassadin, it was just a question. No need to get all creepy and stuff." Ezreal blurted out
"Ezreal."
"Woah. What was that? Who is that?"
"Ezreal. Calm down please."
"-Sona?"
"Yes. Now may I ask you to not make such a ruckus?"
"How is it that you can speak to me through my mind? I thought only summoners can hear you?"
"I can speak to anyone through their minds. But I only choose to speak to summoners. And in some special cases, other champions."
Ezreal was astounded by the fact that Sona could communicate with other champions that he forgot that he asked Kassadin a question.
"This is amazing Sona! How come you've not revealed this fact to other champions?"
"I've just chosen not to. I let my music do my talking for me. More often than not, people do not mind me not being able to speak. Such is my unfortunate predicament but it did not stop me from being able to control the hearts and minds of men through my strings."
"That is all well Sona but do you know how much the League would know about you if they knew that you could convey your thoughts through our minds?"
"The League already knows so much about me Ezreal. They need not know more."
"I see where you are going with this. But if you don't want it, I'll not push you."
"Just one more thing Ezreal. Nobody else will know about this. The whole thing with Kassadin and me as well as the fact that I can convey my thoughts to other champions. Are we clear on that? If I ever hear rumors spreading throughout Valoran about those two things, who knows what Kassadin will do."
Kassadin motioned threateningly to Ezreal. Ezreal understood immediately.
"I-I understand the conditions very well Sona. This whole thing will be kept secret. I promise you that."
"Good~ Now if you'll excuse us."
Ezreal left the shop with an uneasy feeling stirring up inside him. Kassadin was the lone defender of Valoran from the unknown terrors of the Void. Who knows what would happen if Kassadin happens to become too comfortable in the company of Sona. Or was that the main reason why Sona became close with Kassadin in the first place? Maybe Sona was planning something? Ezreal could not bear to think about the consequences the relationship could bring. He only hoped that it would not lead to anything disastrous. Right outside the shop, Blitzcrank was waiting for him.
"Come on. There's nothing going on between those two. Turns out, Sona had Kassadin hired for protection. Protection from what, I wouldn't know." Ezreal lied
"THAT DID NOT LOOK LIKE IT WAS THE CASE. KASSADIN NOR SONA SAID NOTHING WHILE YOU CARRIED ON YOUR 'CONVERSATION' ALONE. I DETECT THAT THERE IS SOMETHING YOU AREN'T TELLING ME."
"Don't give me that Blitzcrank. Besides, if I knew I'd tell you."
Ezreal urged Blitzcrank to hurry on their way and disappeared among the people littering the streets. Moments later, the couple left the shop cautiously, peering left and right to see if any other champions were around. Seeing as how the coast is clear, they join the crowd in their frantic buzz on the streets.
"I guess not disguising myself did not go so well. Of course, you in a ponytail doesn't help much when it comes to fellow champions. Ezreal and Blitzcrank saw through your disguise."
"Don't fret too much Kassadin dear. I'm pretty sure our secret is safe till we ourselves reveal it to the public. More importantly though, I rather enjoyed trying out all those clothes. And I admire your somewhat honest feedback~"
Kassadin gazed upon the parcel that Sona was clutching in her arms. It has been a long time since he has accompanied a lady, let alone in her shopping adventures. At the very least, he was content that he was making Sona very happy.
"Somewhat honest? You really did look amazing on all of them. Honest to goodness."
"Oh please, you compliment me too much. If you keep that up, my head would be in the clouds right now."
"I.. I like focusing on the good things. There are so many good things about you Sona. Whenever I try to think of a flaw, I cant."
"Kassadin stop, please~. I'm getting butterflies all over."
Kassadin could not help but chuckle to himself. Although it was a bit on the creepy side, Sona was pleased that he got Kassadin to laugh even for a bit. She was so pleased that she gave out a silent giggle herself. Before long, the couple were chuckling and giggling to each other, seemingly having forgotten that they were looking for a place to have their romantic dinner. Dusk settled upon Demacia and the couple still had no idea where to go.
"I guess we're going to Ahri's place again eh?" Kassadin suggested hopelessly
Sona could not stomach to eat at Ahri's shop again. Oriental cuisine was exquisite, but you can't always have that so Sona thought for a while. Kassadin didn't want to be selfish as to let Sona think for them so he thought as well (to no avail since he didn't know Demacia very well, but tried his hardest nonetheless). It was at that time that Sona came up with a bright idea.
"Kassadin, I just thought of a place where we can have our romantic evening."
"Really? Where is that?"
"Come on, I'll lead the way."
Sona grabbed Kassadin's hand and hurriedly went on their way. Sona could hardly hold her excitement that she almost dragged Kassadin to the pavement if not for Kassadin's quick bodily response.
"Ease up now Sona. What's the hurry?" Kassadin said in a mocking tone
"I think now is an appropriate time to introduce you to someone very dear to me. Even more than my instrument."
"That's the first time I've heard that line. Who could possibly be more important than your prized instrument?"
"You'll see soon enough dear. Now let's hurry before darkness settles."
The sun slowly hid behind the stone outer walls of Demacia, blanketing the city-state in total darkness. Street lamps started popping up from the darkness, dispelling the shroud and making Demacia come alive again in its nightly splendor. Brighter than most were the wealthy Demacian estates that lay scattered throughout the city. Standing by the gates of one estate were Sona and Kassadin. Emblazoned on the massive gate's iron plates were the letters 'L' and 'B'.
"This looks more like a residence than a restaurant Sona. Are you sure you have the right place?"
"Quite sure Kassadin. I'm starting to doubt whether you have full knowledge on what is going on in Valoran. Don't the initials 'L' and 'B' mean anything to you?"
"Mmm.. No. It doesn't mean anything to me. And just to make things clear, the only things that I need to know about happenings in Valoran is who, what, when and where. Nothing more. Any other detail is irrelevant for me."
Sona was clearly annoyed with Kassadin's lack of background check. Which reminded her that he doesn't even know her last name. With an annoyed look, she pointed to the two initials that was embedded on the gate.
"Lestara" Sona said pointing to the letter 'L'. "Buvelle" she said again, this time pointing to the letter 'B'.
"Seriously Kassadin, I'm disappointed that you don't even know my last name. Even after we went out for a few weeks already, you didn't even bother knowing my last name."
Kassadin was clearly ashamed at himself. He didn't even want to give an answer to Sona's argument since clearly, Kassadin was the one at fault. And as always, the men have to make the mistake of saying sorry.
"I'm really sorry Sona. I should have done a bit of research at least about your lineage."
"But you didn't."
Not knowing what to do, Kassadin simply kept quiet. He didn't want to deal with this kind of stuff again. But deep inside, he was quite happy that Sona was concerned about him knowing these stuff. It was a sign that this was going to be something serious.
"Well, there's no point in us standing around here. Let's go inside." Sona sighed. "Please compose yourself properly in front of my mother Kassadin. She's a very well respected Demacian."
"Of course Sona."
Sona and Kassadin entered the estate and almost immediately, guards approached the couple.
"Halt! This is private pro-" one of the guard stopped when he gazed upon Sona. "Oh. Mistress Sona. Pardon my actions. Shall I call Mistress Lestara?"
Sona nodded to the guard and snappily, the guards proceeded inside the mansion to inform Lestara of Sona's arrival. The couple went up the steps and just before entering, Sona put her hand on Kassadin's chest.
"Stay here. I just suddenly thought of what my mother might think of you. So I would think that it's better if I told her first that I want her to meet you. Please, wait for me."
Sona went inside the mansion, leaving Kassadin outside to wait. A few seconds later, the guards came out from the mansion and went back to their posts. Kassadin was somewhat surprised that these wealthy nobles can even afford to have personal guards. Or perhaps it was their stature in Demacian society that they are privileged to be appointed personal guards for protection. Or maybe it was just those with no military influence. Families like the Lightshields or the Crownguards would probably need no protection since they're warriors themselves. Although they might just keep guards around just for the sake of having them.
"Kassadin?" Sona's voice came into his thoughts.
"Uh.. yes?" Kassadin stumbled with his words from having lost focus. "I'm sorry. I was erhm.. thinking."
"Well, you can come in now. I want to introduce you to my mother."
Kassadin went inside the mansion in his best composure that he could bring out, and in the lobby of the massive residence stood Sona and her mother. Lestara Buvelle. As he approached the two, Sona gave a hand signal for Kassadin to stop, apparently for Lestara to observe him a bit further before being able to speak with her. Kassadin shifted uneasily as Lestara's look on her face hinted that she did not really expect him to be the one dating her daughter.
"My.. Sona. You have chosen Kassadin to be your erhm.. lover? Quite unexpected."
Sona was embarrassed at her mother's remarks. Kassadin felt a bit ashamed as well for being the reason for Sona's embarrassment. Lestara saw the couple's embarrassment stemming from her remark. Composing her next words carefully, she faced Sona and said, "Sona, I'm surprised but not disappointed with your decision. You have chosen a strong and dependable.. man.. to be your lover. Who am I to object?"
Sona's face lit up a bit from Lestara's words. Kassadin was also somewhat relieved that Lestara has approved of Sona's decision. Though Kassadin felt that he could only give so much to Sona. She was already wealthy, had influence, famous and not to mention she was beautiful beyond compare. Kassadin, on the other hand, was nothing more than a defender. A defender with a forgotten past, a body touched by the Void. He wished that he was something better that truly deserved Sona.
"Kassadin. Please take care of my daughter. She's very special you see. And for that, I am depending on you to keep a close eye on her. You are very lucky to have her." Lestara motioned to Kassadin. "If anything happens to her, I will find you first."
"Y-yes. O-of course Mistress. No harm will come to her." Kassadin gulped. 'Mothers sure are scary. Reminds me of my own mother.' he thought to himself.
"Now. You two must be hungry. I believe you two were expecting a romantic dinner alone? Don't count on it tonight for I'll be joining you two at dinner. Let's see each other at the table shall we?"
Lestara walked away from the two into another room, obviously to wait at the dining hall.
"Err.. that went better than expected. Don't you agree Sona?" Kassadin started
"Somewhat."
Sona moved closer to Kassadin and grabbed his hand. Kassadin looked at Sona and she at him. Sona smiled and put her head on his chest.
"I like your heart beat. It's like when I'm playing my etwahl. The dissonance disappears."
Kassadin felt warm inside. He was always known as a the Void Walker. A being malformed by the Void. That one glimpse upon him and fear would take over the mind of the beholder.
"I'll be back. You go on ahead to the dining hall. I want to wear that dress we bought this afternoon."
She motioned for Kassadin to lean forward and she quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek. She then ran up the stairs to change. Kassadin placed his fingers on the spot where he was kissed and felt even warmer. It felt like electricity surging through his body. He had a feeling he had felt this sensation before. For the first time in a long while, the burden of his predicament did not weigh him down. He felt light and happy. Sona had given him something that he had not been given for a long time; relief and love. Carrying this feeling with him, he went to the dining hall where Lestara was waiting for him.
"Ah, Kassadin dear. Please, have a sit."
Kassadin sat down at Lestara's side. On the table was laid some of the most luxurious looking food that Kassadin has ever seen. It definitely looked like a banquet. Cutlets, soups, and stews of pork, beef and chicken laid out on expensive silverware. Smoking buttered vegetables that even children would not hesitate to eat. Kassadin was overwhelmed with the amount of food that was on the table. Too much for two people he was sure.
"I do have a curious question for you Kassadin, how do you eat with that mask on your face?"
"Oh. Quite simple mistress. There is a latch where I can swing out the piece that is covering my mouth. I eat normally like any other person but I prefer people not see my face. The Void changes a lot of things."
"How do you expect to kiss my daughter then?"
"Err.." Kassadin was taken aback by Lestara's question. "I could remove my mask all together. But that would be unwise of me since my mask is there for a reason. And.. ah, my mask is there because of a reason. My face was not what it used to be, that is, I'm not saying I'm ugly, but not handsome as well. Just right. Probably. So regarding me kissing Sona-" Kassadin fumbled with his words before he was interrupted by Lestara.
"I understand Kassadin. No need to explain any further. It's just that my daughter has never brought home a man before, let alone any friends. In fact, she has very few friends. Fans maybe, but close friends? Her disability to make any kind of sound has affected how she makes friends. Most people would be freaked out by Sona speaking to them through their minds that she did not attempt to do so at all. And now here she is, bringing home a man that she calls her lover." Lestara laughed.
Hearing this story made Kassadin want to know more about Sona's past. About her childhood, her success as a concert player and her entry as a champion of the League. By seeking to know Sona's past, he would fill the gap that was left by memories forgotten. Kassadin wanted to ask Lestara more about Sona but was caught by the sight of Sona entering the hall. This was the second time Kassadin saw the dress that they had bought but it mesmerized him much like the first time.
"Mother. What do you think?" Sona said while showcasing her new attire.
"My, my. You look splendid my dear! It suits you well."
"Kassadin helped me pick this one out. It's so beautiful, isn't it?"
"Well, I guess Kassadin has an eye for dresses. Perhaps you should have gotten yourself a good suit as well Kassadin. For these sorts of occasions as you would seem to be attending quite a few banquets with us." Lestara motioned to Kassadin
"That would seem so mistress. I think I'll go get myself one when I get to doing it." Kassadin replied politely.
"Now, shall we get on to dinner? I'm sure you two have gotten tired from all that walking around Demacia."
Without any further prompting, the three began to delve in their dinner business. Lestara was quite astounded at how Kassadin managed to eat and drink despite the mask that he was wearing. Sona kept talking about her adventures with Kassadin. Kassadin was quiet the whole time, only replying and talking when prompted by Lestara or Sona. It was noisy and jovial at the Buvelle estate that night, with all the laughing and giggling and talking that took place during dinner and well after. But then before the three knew it, the night was getting late and the wine was getting to Lestara and Sona's head (Kassadin was highly tolerant to alcohol).
"I think I've drunk too much wine for this evening. My cheeks look like they've been pinched by my aunts from long ago. You too Sona. You're face has gone red all over."
"Hmm~? Ehe~ I'm out of wine mother. Can I have some more?" Sona said, clearly already tipsy.
"No Sona. You've had too much for tonight. Any more and you'd lose yourself."
"But mother.." Sona protested
"Not a word from you again child. When I say you've had enough, you've had enough. Now Kassadin dear, can you please carry Sona to her room. I don't think she can even stand on her own. Sona has never had this much to drink before."
"As you wish mistress."
Kassadin got up from his seat and came closer to Sona. Sona looked up to Kassadin as he was about to carry her from her chair.
"Ah~ Kassy dear~"
"Aha.. Come on now Sona. Put your arms around me."
Sona put her arms around Kassadin's neck and Kassadin carried her princess-style.
"Take me away prince~! Make me a princess!"
"You HAVE drunk a lot."
Kassadin then proceeds to the stairway to bring Sona to her room. Just as he steps on the first step, Lestara calls to him.
"I would like to have a word with you later."
"Yes mistress. I shall be down in a while."
With Sona hardly conscious in his arms, Kassadin went up the stairs leading to the floor where Sona's bedroom was. Reaching the door, Kassadin opened it and went inside Sona's room. He scanned the entirety of the dark room and looked for a bed. Catching a glimpse of a silhouette of what seemed to be a bed, Kassadin approached it and laid Sona down on it. Sona shuffled around on the bed, setting herself into a comfortable position before seemingly drifting off to sleep.
"You really are something else when you're tipsy aren't you, Sona." Kassadin said softly.
Kassadin scanned the huge room again. He did not expect the room to be as empty as it would be. Surely it was filled with the usual stuff that wealthy rooms would be filled with but Sona's room was entirely different. It was very spacious. Spacious that you could almost practice dancing in it. Very unlikely of rooms in wealthy estates.
"Kassadin."
Kassadin looked down to see Sona cuddled up in her sheets with half her face hiding behind the blanket.
"Sona."
"I feel weird.."
Kneeling down, Kassadin took Sona's hands and rubbed them.
"You know, of all the things I do remember from the past is that I did this when my wife or daughter felt anything out of the ordinary. It helped them calm down."
He rubbed Sona's hands for a moment and then chuckled to himself. He laid her hands down on the bed and looked at his hands.
"Though with these malformed hands, I doubt I can calm anyone down. Not even you."
Suddenly, Sona grabbed Kassadin's hands and to Kassadin's surpirse, rubbed them like how Kassadin did. Kassadin looked at Sona. Sona looked back with a smile.
'She really is something else.' Kassadin thought to himself.
"I still feel weird.. Won't you.. get in bed with me? It might make me feel better.." said Sona, her face dug into the blankets again.
Kassadin was unsure of what Sona is thinking of doing, with him and her in the same bed, under the same blanket. He shrugged and crawled inside with her anyway. Immediately, Sona put her arms around Kassadin's chest and squeezed. Kassadin shifted uneasily. He was unsure of what to do. He could feel Sona's warmth, her soft arms, her smooth skin, pressing against his almost bare body. Thinking awhile, he decides to just put his arm around Sona.
"I'm scared, Kassadin."
"Huh? Scared of what?"
"I don't know. I feel like there's something that's out to get me."
"Maybe you're just feeling things. You're not paranoid are you?"
"Please, Kassadin. Don't leave my side. Don't leave me alone."
"Don't worry. I won't. Nothing's out to get you. I will not let them."
"Do you love me, Kassadin?"
"I do. That is the truth."
"Mm~"
For a while, the two shared a moment with each other, with arms wrapped around one another. Kassadin pondered whether it was the wine that got Sona to speak those things or she truly was scared of something that she did not know what. But whichever way, Kassadin was certain that he would be there if Sona was in dire need of comfort.. or saving.
"Sona?"
There was no answer. Only the soft breathing of a sleeping maiden. Sona had dozed off by herself. Kassadin felt like a big teddy bear.
'Maybe I should get Sona one of those.. "Tibbers"'
Kassadin snuck out of the bed as quietly as he could, making sure that he would not wake Sona. Having done so, he turns down all the lights and gently closed the door behind him. He sighed and breathed deeply.
'Sona is so soft. And those curves~' he thought to himself.
"And now to meet with mistress Lestara. I do think she wants to talk to me about something."
Going downstairs, Kassadin heads towards the lounge where he thinks that Lestara is, which she is.
"Mistress. You wanted to talk to me about something."
"Yes Kassadin. It is of utmost importance that we discuss this."
"Discuss what, exactly?"
Lestara paused awhile, seemingly constructing her next sentences. She took a swig of wine, put down the empty wine glass and clasped her fingers together.
"Sona is a target."
"What? A target? By whom? Why?"
"We are unsure of who is trying to get to her. But she is definitely being targeted. You see, Sona has an innate gift. Most have witnessed this during her concerts and during League fights. Her skill with the etwahl allows her to pull and tug at the whims and wills of men. But Sona is a good child. She would not let herself be in control of people who do not wish to be subjugated. She only wishes to soothe and heal. Unless.."
"Unless she is forced to do otherwise."
"Correct. Her power, if amplified, can be spread over a wide range allowing control of all who hear her music. Control over all of Valoran if possible."
"Does the League know this?"
"The League knows of the possibilities of the use of her power, but not of this shadow operation that threatens Valoran."
"Then we must inform-"
"No, Kassadin. Informing the League might set off a larger scale of events, something that even the League might not control. This is something that I am entrusting you with. I am counting on you to protect her."
"So then, you'll just let the enemy do what they want? Let Sona be controlled by fear? If this shadow threatens all of Valoran, then it is also my duty to stop them. If at all, I should be entrusted with the task of hunting this menace down."
"Sona feels safer with you. You must understand. Rest assured that we are doing all that we can to find out who is after Sona's power. One thing is sure, not many know about the extent at which Sona's power can be manipulated. Even if they did manage to get a hold of Sona, they will need a machine that will greatly amplify her power without killing her. That and they will also need the etwahl."
Kassadin stood still to think for a moment. He was also one of the few that knew about Sona's power. But never did he imagine that someone would use it for an evil purpose. Subjugation of Valoran? What would they gain? It is already enough that Noxus is trying that one out. But he was sure of one thing, he would not let anything happen to Sona. Not while she is under his protection.
"Very well mistress Lestara. I will handle the task of protecting Sona."
"Thank you, Kassadin. I believe that nobody else will do a better job than you."
"Just one question mistress."
"Please, just Lestara. Or you may call me mother if it fancies you."
"Lestara. Does Sona know about this?"
"She knows she possesses the power but not to the extent of being manipulated like that. And no, she does not know that she is being targeted."
"I see. You should know then that Sona is scared. Though she doesn't know what she is scared of. She just has this feeling."
Lestara smiled. "Just be by her side always, Kassadin. Worry about her and her alone. Leave everything else to us. I believe in your ability."
"Thank you."
Lestara got up to leave but Kassadin stopped her.
"One more thing. How do you know that she is being targeted?"
"I have a good friend at the province of Ionia. He knows a great deal of things, things that we normal folk wouldn't sense."
Having answered his question, Lestara moves on to reside in her bedroom. Before going up the stairs, she looks back to Kassadin.
"It's very late now, you might as well just sleep at one of the rooms."
"Yes. Thank you."
"From this point onwards, you must stay close to Sona. You will be her watchful guardian. If you feel like you must, take a chair and sleep beside her bed. Whatever it takes, just so that the shadow may not take her away."
"I will defend her with my life. No one shall get to her."
Lestara smiled at Kassadin once more. She was sure that her daughter was in good hands. Why Sona chose to be with Kassadin still baffled her but it seemed that fate has brought them together. It was now all up to Kassadin to protect her. Kassadin's life would take a turn for the better or for the worse. Everything was up to him.