"They are late." Irelia, the Captain of the Ionian guard mutters with her face twisting into a dark frown. "Are you sure that this isn't a trap, Karma?" The suspicious warrior glances towards the serene visage of the dark-skinned Ionian Elder.
"The Noxians wouldn't dare go back on their word with the Institute of War playing the middleman in the peace negotiations." Responds the Enlightened One in a soothing tone. Irelia seems to relax a little even though an arrogant huff behind and above the black-haired Captain makes the renowned warrior tense once more.
"And yet, this whole deal sounds strange even by Noxian standards," The Dark Sovereign scoffs as she hovers ominously a few feet from the ground. Power-hungry lilac eyes following the rapidly approaching carriage with the Noxian emblem decorating its side. "Sending one of their own to marry an Ionian champion? Just why would they think of something so peculiar? What is their agenda?"
Irelia hums quietly in agreement even as Ahri puts a hand over her eyes to shade them while observing the carriage climbing atop the hill. "That's not important right now," The fox Vastayan giggles mischievously. "The real question is who is going to accept the marriage proposal!"
"I am not sacrificing my happiness for a peace that isn't even meant to last," States the Dark Sovereign venomously. "Ionia can burn to the ground for all I care."
"I'm not one for chaining myself to one lover either." Mutters Ahri whilst pouting.
"Don't look at me." Growls Irelia. "I fucking hate Noxians."
Karma grimaces, but doesn't voice her own opinion. If the price for peace was that she accepted to be betrothed to a Noxian, then so be it. Karma would gladly accept that burden in order to protect her countrymen.
Akali remains silent as the vehicle stops mere meters away from them. The door of the carriage opens and when the Noxian citizen finally steps foot on Ionian soil all of the Island's champions present are rendered speechless.
"W-what? I know that it doesn't suit me, okay!?" Riven stutters shyly with a beet red face while fumbling with the hem of her snow-white wedding dress, a few beautiful white lilies woven expertly among the Noxian bride's short ivory hair. "The dress wasn't my idea! I knew that Kat was just messing with me when she told me that this was an Ionian tradition!"
"N-never mind." Mutters Syndra while examining Riven's appearance. "On second thought, I'm all for the safety of Ionia."
"Trying new things can be fun, too!" Exclaims Ahri as she licks her lips hungrily while grinning at poor Riven. "Who knows? Maybe marriage is fun after all!"
"Hate is such a strong word." Says Irelia. "I mean, how would one know that they don't like a particular thing if they aren't prepared to taste her- Try it, I meant try IT!" The Ionian warrior coughs as she corrects herself even when Ahri elbows her with a wide knowingly smile on her face.
Karma allows herself to relax. "Calm down, my friends. You might scare our new bride off. I'm sure that we can come up with a solution." The Enlightened One chuckles softly.
Akali doesn't utter a single word. She is too busy planning ways to eliminate the competition...
Writer's notes: There initially were more typos in this short piece than spelling mistakes in the admittedly amusing insults of a frothing mad rager.