Chapter 1: The Fall of the Freljord
Ashe had known from the first kiss that it was only a matter of time before her lover lost her patience, and it was the blossoming of their first child that provoked the War of Conquest. The Avarosan leader relived the moment of conception over and over again, the twisted heat in that tent as Ashe abandoned herself to the animosity of their love, the pure passion in the hands like steel on her body, giving pleasure, giving unforgettable pain. Foolishly, Sejuani's words had poisoned her mind adequately.
Despite knowing the consequences of such a thing, Ashe let the child live: the baby which had been growing inside her for a few months now. She'd tried to gather the willpower to take the anti-contraception herb, and found her heart wanting. She'd paced in her bedroom for days and nights, but when she rested her palm on her belly, and raised the herb to her mouth, the idea of doing this again - ever again - made tears flow like an ocean wave down her cheeks. It wasn't really a choice. Not really. Have the child, or don't; either way Sejuani would not let Ashe break away from her. Dreaming of a blue-eyed baby with pale, white hair that might change the world, offer a different path to the future, Ashe's emotions - her body - betrayed her. Utterly. Against her better judgment, she let the child grow - in secret. Even now, so few of her people knew, and the ones who did were horrified. She'd gone to great pains to hide the changes, which seemed more rapid with every passing day.
There was not an inch of the Freljord that Sejuani did not covet for herself. Promises made, promises kept. Sejuani never made a vow she didn't intend to keep, Ashe knew that. Just like she said she would, Sejuani came to claim what was hers. The Freljord fell before the might of the Winter's Claw. Her barbaric lover was utterly ruthless, tearing through tribe after tribe, consuming and converting every able fighter to her warband, slaughtering threats to her power, and those who dared to resist her might. The fractured, unsteady peace which had trembled like a delicate web over that frozen land, all that Ashe had ever worked toward, melted away into an ocean of blood, staining the Freljord snow crimson.
The past few months had been harrowing. A hundred battles. That was all it took for Sejuani to seize victory over the Freljord, her conquests were sure to be spoken of in legends for centuries to come. Every clan fell, until only one conquest was left... The Avarosans. She came for Ashe last, her army many thousands strong. Hordes of men and women swarmed over the infantile kingdom the Avarosan's were building for themselves like maddened insects; raping, pillaging, brutalizing as they went. It was true, utter chaos.
Ashe had been sure that with Tryndamere at her side they could resist; with Braum and others, but she'd been wrong. So incredibly wrong. Sejuani had new allies, including someone they had both considered an enemy - the witch, Lissandra. With her help, victory was inevitable, and Sejuani's territory now expanded across most of the Freljord, new and formidable outposts erected in the unwelcoming mountains and high places, cavern systems slowly carved out and explored, made liveable. The trolls, apparently capable of civility, reached an accord with Sejuani: they would share the land, serve each other, for the sake of the new Freljord, the Winter's Claw.. As a leader, Sejuani was surprisingly ingenuitive, Ashe had never considered an alliance might arise between Sej and Lissandra's factions. Sej did not immediately take Ashe to her side after the petty war. Instead, the beautiful Freljordian royal was captured and enslaved just like all the others, and now, Ashe could only laugh at how silly and girlish she had been for ever thinking the future might be different from this.
Tears bit at the archer's eyes, and she exhaled heavily, shivering and trying not to sob. Held captive in one of the many tents of the Winter's Claw central camp, she desperately wished all her decisions had been different. If only she had committed to Tryndamere, if only she had turned her back on Sejuani far sooner - if only if only if only! It was enough to make her want to go mad. Losing her mind would be far easier than this existence. She had lost everything, the Avarosans had lost everything. There were so many actions Ashe did not take, so many willing mistakes, so many treacherous feelings... but she was alive, and others were not so fortunate. If this could be considered fortunate...
Wrists bound, one ankle chained to a nearby wooden post, the humiliated woman could do nothing but bury her long fingernails in her wrists, shredding the delicate skin there. The pain chased away the constant thoughts, the overwhelming guilt. When Ashe closed her eyes she saw her fallen men, the soldiers that had been endlessly loyal to a leader only loyal to her treacherous cunt.
Yes, that was what Ashe was. A traitor. For while she lived, her council of elders, many of her most powerful allies, were not so lucky. They were dead, gone forever, as well as their families - the unworthy bloodlines would be wiped out or enslaved, that was one of Sejuani's first decrees. If you were too much of a weakling, a coward, to serve the Claw... two fates awaited you. Execution or servitude..
Because of Ashe's mistakes, because of her decisions and the disgusting abomination that she dared call love, families centuries old were being wiped off the map, traditions stripped away and replaced with new, barbaric ones. From inside her prison tent, Ashe could hear the change arising all around her, yet take no part in it. Never in her life had she felt so trapped, alone, with only her memories and thoughts as proper company.
Over everything, the memory of the assault on the Avarosans haunted her the most, for a multitude of reasons. She closed her eyes and relived the memory now. Sejuani had burst into her throne room on her great boar, Bristle, dreadful, sweeping swings of her flail annihilating anyone who dared come close and many tried. Ashe had almost felt relieved to see her secret lover. No, she had been relieved. The moment Ashe saw her there had been a strange feeling in her belly, a pressure. The baby was kicking - recognizing its other mother, or perhaps she just imagined that. At the same time Ashe's heart flooded with all those treacherous feelings that had resulted in this outcome in the first place...
Sejuani had just been so beautiful. Disgustingly, she was most in her element during war, like a goddess of death; her chiseled face drawn into a cruel smile, eyes as frigid as a blizzard, larger than average body a bastion of pure strength, muscles rippling beneath her blood-drenched skin as she took life with no remorse.
Braum had assured them their defense was the best it could be. The fortress was fortified as much as possible, but it hadn't been enough, not nearly enough.. Ashe remembered shouting commands in vain, the desperation palpable in the air, the sound of steel on steel, bones breaking, blood splashing the floor and walls.
Then, finished with their slaughter, Sejuani's men had disarmed, stripped, and chained Ashe up as Sejuani approached. Ashe struggled, but her heart wasn't into it - not that it would've made a difference. What was a single bow against Sejuani's unstoppable tide? Tryndamere, fighting to the very end, was clapped in chains, roaring his hatred as he was dragged away - promising that he would save her.
She did not want him to save her. The tall, imperious woman that she loved more than her people had the audacity to grin at her. "I told you that I would come for what is mine. You were waiting for me... weren't you? The parts of you that matter..." Sejuani had whispered it so quietly, the gravel of her deep voice making Ashe shudder, even just at the memory of it.
That was right, the two were bound together, beyond reason... The rush of arousal Ashe felt as she recalled the husky, cruel words, the alluring look in Sejuani's eyes, these feelings were the source of all her suffering, yet she could not banish them - even now. A victim to her own feelings. Despair sent Ashe over the edge and into tears. After all these nights alone, with nothing but quiet, gruff men assigned to watch her for company, she was sure she might go mad. If Sejuani's goal was to take what she wanted, then why had Ashe been cast aside?
That was the worst part, the feeling of abandonment; the constant fear that somehow Sejuani had been struck down, her war pointless. That would've been a favor from the ancestors, considering everything, yet she was horrified by the thought all the same.
It would be one thing if Ashe could hate Sejuani. After all, since the fall the Winter's Claw matriarch had not visited Ashe or their child, resting in the archer's pale, round belly, even once. Even with that absence, she could not despise her conqueror. Ashe missed the frozen abyss of Sejuani's eyes, missed the feeling of their bodies sealed together. Sejuani had truly broken her, even before the fall of the budding kingdom she had carefully erected with love, with optimism.. Completely isolated from the rest of her people or any friend, watched over by piggish guards with no alone time, not even when going to the bathroom, Ashe was starting to lose track of how much time had passed since the war first began, her only way of tracking time was the development of her own child.
How many days had it been since she'd last seen her love? Morning or night, it was all the same; the deep dark fur-material of the tent's exterior kept darkness trapped inside, banished only by two torches on sconces at the entrance of the tent, where two men constantly held vigil.
The signs were clear: Sejuani had seemingly abandoned her. Yet Ashe refused to believe that. Whether it was a week that passed, or three years, Sejuani would never willingly give her up. She should hate that woman who had foisted her into captivity, that had knocked her up and slaughtered her people, yet right now she wanted nothing more than to fall into the war mother's arms. All she could think about at the end of the day was how lonely she was. Tears leaked down her cheeks in hot streams.
"A warrior shouldn't cry - least of all a so-called queen." A man's voice interrupted her thoughts. It was a brutal, deep baritone that shook her to her core. Big-bearded, wide as a bear, with a surprising wit for someone so brutish, Olaf was a proud warrior, one of the chosen elites of the Winter's Claw. For whatever reason, it was he who kept watch over her, and he took his job very seriously.
"More than a queen, I am a mother," Ashe whispered. She knew that Olaf was aware of what had transpired between the pair of iceborn women. As one of Sejuani's main enforcers, she doubted there was much he didn't know about his leader. "...A heartbroken one."
Olaf was silent for a long time. The second guard, a dark-haired man with vivid blue eyes, merely grunted.
Despite her words, Ashe forced back her sobs. Perhaps she should appear strong, even if she felt so pathetic and useless. "Please, Olaf, won't you tell me how she's been? Where she is?" The Avarosan's big, bright eyes stared up at the warrior, her expression pleading. Such a beautiful woman, even a big, ruthless man like him began to blush. "If she's coming for me?"
Olaf placed a hand on the handle of one of his ax's, giving her a warning look, forcing back whatever feeling of attraction he might have had toward her. "I told you before, woman. The going-ons and whereabouts of my leader are none of your concern. If the Warmother wishes to speak with you, she will. Until then…"
He let the silence hang in the air, but Ashe did not look away, she glowered up at him from where she was kneeling, chained down to a big pile of furs. She had to persist, for there was no one else who might speak to her. The men assigned to her guard spoke to each other, of course, of conquests and war, but rarely of Sejuani. Olaf was the only one who ever tossed a word her way in the weeks since her capture. She had to keep pushing.
"Will you at least leave her a message?" Ashe asked quietly, peering up at him from under her long, pale mess of hair, and Olaf sighed again. "Tell her that I-"
He abruptly interrupted her, grunting, bushy brows low on his face. "No. Just like every other time you've asked, you useless woman, no. My answer will never change. The warmother will come for you when she pleases. Things won't be the way they were before, your comfortable life is over. You know this more than anyone. Now shut it before I kick that abomination in your gut."
It was an empty threat, as protecting the baby was no doubt part of his duty as a guard, but she wasn't going to take any chances - Olaf clearly knew who the parent was, and saw it as some kind of disgrace. Sensing no pity in his deep eyes, Ashe fell silent, drowning in her misery. Sitting back in the darkness, cuddling into her furs, Ashe closed her eyes. If this was how it had to be, then she could bear it.
She wasn't alone. Not really. It was with that thought in mind that she was able to nestle into the sorry excuse her captors called a bed, and fall asleep.
Days passed and melted together once again.
Her rest was never peaceful; death stalked her in her dreams. More like memories than the usual apparitions conjured up by the sleepy mind, she was grateful when one night the twisted nightmares were cast aside for something far different. Even in her semi-sleep state, Ashe recognized the rough touch shaking her awake. Her Freljord blue eyes fell open, and she gasped out "Sejuani!" as she reached forward with desperate, searching hands and the strange, foggy darkness of rest fell away to frigid reality.
Her hands found strong, porcelain slabs of muscle, scar-coated, that she had kissed and ran her tongue and fingers across countless times. She could never forget these arms, shoulders, this body. There was a certain animal comfort in touching Sejuani that she could never shake. Kneeling beside her in the semi-darkness, Sejuani was holding Ashe in her arms, pulling her body up, grim-faced. Her touch was like stone, the furs on her body revealing portions of her pale visage. She was completely drenched in blood, and smelled of war tides.
"Ashe," Sejuani grunted out, sounding strained. She ran a rough, calloused hand along the roundness of Ashe's belly, clad in ragware meant for slaves. Not even allowed to wear her own clothing, most of her body on display for lecherous eyes. Yet her lover didn't seem worried about that, she merely licked her lips, smiled in appreciation as she hovered her frigid eyes up and down, as if she was admiring a statue, or a pet. "You've grown."
At first, Ashe didn't know what to say. There was so much the disgraced Avarosan was feeling at once - mainly rage, despair, utter disbelief at the truth of the woman standing proud and bloodied before her, like a king come to steal and violate his rival's wife, so utterly satisfied. Ashe was happiest with Sejuani once, but the woman couldn't live without violence. The look on Sejuani's face after she defeated Tryndamere had been unforgettable, a monstrous, yet exciting portrait tattooed onto her mind. There was something about Sejuani's death stare unto her love rival's that made Ashe's soul catch fire.
She hated it. Hated the part of herself that thought something so undignified, so treacherous. She wanted to spit fire at this bastard of a woman, who slaughtered her people with no care for the heart of the woman that ruled over them, no care for Ashe. She had an entire rant thought out in seconds, where she'd pick and pull out all the parts Sejuani hates about her godly self - she even planned to use her chained up fists. But when Sejuani curled her lips, the scarred part drawing her mouth into a smirk slanted up on one side, she forgot why she was angry, and the words that fell out were pathetic and needy.
"Are you a dream? Are you really real?" When had she started crying?
Sejuani sighed, as if she was a pathetic child, and ran a thumb along her cheek, soaking up the tears with her calloused thumb and then sucking it clean, moaning softly. Sejuani enjoyed the taste of her, all of her. "Mmm, so pretty, waiting for me like a good girl. Were you sad while I was away, did you crave me? My pathetic, mewling calf waiting to be slaughtered..."
Ashe's eyes widened. Such intense imagery, but that was the mind of someone like the Warmother of the Winter's Claw. "Pathetic? I-I..." She didn't know how to express the pain she was feeling. "H-How can you say such things to me? After everything?"
"Everything? What is 'everything'? You rejected my negotiations, hid away in that winter fortress of yours, too proud to rear your pretty head. I had to fight my way to you, tooth and claw. Many of my men died - and yours. Even at the very end you didn't utter a surrender from those pretty lips, didn't tell your boys to stand down. Many of them are being a real pain in my ass, refusing to assimilate."
Ashe couldn't help but smile at that. The nerve of this butcher, only seeing things from her own greedy perspective - never from that of her lover. "Surrender? Surrender what? You destroyed my kingdom. You put a child in me. What, I must beg and plead in front of my men in order to earn your favor, after you've already taken everything from me? You would be so pig-headed as to think I'd ever do that, but there are some levels even I won't stoop to. I will never beg you, never let go of the way I see the world, the Freljord."
Sejuani stared at her, long and hard, and despite holding Ashe she felt terribly far away. Behind her, the eyes of her men, and that of Olaf, burned into the pair.
"I know you don't want to, yet you are mine because I won you. As it is now, you're still a threat; the men rebel because they feel like you can save them. "Avarosa, Avarosa" - come to save them from their pathetic, weak existences... but they're wrong about you. You're not a savior, you are just a woman. My woman. They must see that. You will help them see." Sejuani's big, warm arms melted around her. "All I'm asking for is a little sacrifice, Ashe - end this conflict. Then we can be together."
Ashe trembled. She should refuse loudly, punch her bound fists into those lovely, scarred shoulders, headbutt that handsome, well-formed face with the chiseled features and strong jawline. Instead, she looked into Sejuani's eyes, and whispered gently, "We both know that you will always just do what you want. So do as you wish, and I'll have no choice but to play along." She stared sadly downward at Sejuani's bloodied, fur-lined armor. "But it didn't have to be like this. We could've extended a hand, united the Freljord with peace instead of blood, and you had to-"
Sejuani shut her up with a kiss. That was typical of her. She heard the truth and hated it. It didn't make the experience, the sticky invasion of tongue between her reluctant lips, any less enjoyable. The stroke of her lover's strong, sure tongue made Ashe's insides quiver in the way only legends spoke of, and she pressed her thighs together, gasping. Perhaps she was playing an act, making Sejuani's plunder more unobtainable for a pointless cause destined to die, but that didn't change how they felt about each other. Even now, Ashe could see that Sejuani was restraining herself. She wanted to do all kinds of things to Ashe, ruin her pretty body, make her messy and all hers, but she was holding back for the sake of looking good in front of her clansmen. But only just. Every day apart truly had felt like agony, and it was obvious in how those strong, forceful hands roamed along her body, the feverish, heated way that Sejuani kissed her, that every second had been just as torturous for her war-like counterpart, no matter what she claimed.
"I'm going to show them everything - every inch of you. They have to see, you understand? You kept the truth of our child hidden behind heavy clothes, avoided telling your people, but they will understand when they see how much you love my cock, love being beneath me - like it's second nature to you."
Ashe had expected a request for a formal surrender. For a moment, she didn't believe the words she'd just heard. She tried to back away a step, but Sejuani merely held her in place within the ring of her big, broad arms. The pale-haired woman almost appeared soft for a second, leaning down to place her lips upon Ashe's. Behind them, her men watched on hungrily, some envious. Was this to be her fate soon? Her modesty stripped away, her decency, reduced to nothing more than an animal... Public mating was common to the members of the Winter's Claw, but it was considered a filthy, disgusting affront to common decency among the Avarosans.
The kiss was long, passionate, Ashe forgot how to breathe until Sejuani pulled away. "Mmmn. The look on your face right now, Ashe, it's delicious. So excited, so tormented, so afraid. Is it truly so frightening, showing everyone our love? Uniting the Freljord, that is my purpose - but it will be under my confident fist. Not your weak, womanly hand, Ashe."
"No," Ashe said softly, "anything but that." Her words were pointless, yet they came out anyway.
"Ashe, I want nothing else," Sejuani purred against her ear, husky voice making her shiver. She imagined being taken in such a way, and hated how it made her already warm center tingle. "You could've had it differently, but neither of us can undo the past."
Then Sejuani stepped away and did not say anything for a long moment, before finally she turned around, facing Ashe with a tortured, angry look on her face. "Call me a monster, a barbarian, but I will always do what is necessary. Your people are rebellious, strong-willed. They will not give in until you are broken before their very own eyes... so that is what I will give them. Unless you are willing to confess the truth. Tell them to submit and I have no doubt they will. Tell them to give up their land, their children, their foolish, naive natures. They must become a part of the Claw, or be ripped apart by it. Your people, or your body? To refuse me at this point is prideful madness, when you part your thighs like an able whore anyways."
Ashe's eyes widened. To ask her such a thing, to be so cruel...! Seeing her expression, Sejuani grunted.
"You will not go against your own nature, and despise me for following mine. Senseless. If your will is stronger, assert it!" Sejuani shouted it suddenly, startling the archer, and the warrior grinned. "Tch. But no. You won't. You've always been this way... you want to be my savior. You want me to change my ways. You see me, burning with the fire of war, and it makes you wet - yet you want me to fight for your cause. I saw it in your eyes in that pathetic throne room; you revel in the idea of chaining me, wielding me against your enemies like that pathetic barbarian of yours."
Ashe was startled into silence by this verbal assault. Shaken, she bit back her fear. "That is not true. I judge you only because you delight in your violence. You want to hurt people, Sejuani..."
"I am what I am," she shot back casually. "I have given you a way out, Ashe. Why resist? Didn't you always say you wanted them to see our love? To understand us?"
"I thought I understood you. I thought that I- I could change you, convert you to my cause - you're right about that. Perhaps I've been a fool. I love you, Sejuani, that's all that it ever was for me, all it ever will be... but I love the Sejuani that fought off the boys who tried to hurt me when we were kids. The one that beat my bullies bloody, the one that looked at me with such soft, warm eyes and-"
"You love a delusion. I fought them off because they were a challenge. And even back then, I knew you'd be mine," Sejuani snarled. "I was your first kiss, your first everything, and I'll be your last."
"I love the Sejuani that cradles me in her arms after we make love, whispering tender things to me... but I never wanted to control you!" she urged, already knowing it was futile but hoping against hope. "I wanted you to find your way to me."
"I did find my way to you - at the sharp end of a blade, as I promised I would." Sejuani laughed, utterly dismissive. At that, her half-dozen present men chuckled, some far more amused by it than others - yet Olaf was straight-faced. Ashe wouldn't forget that.
"How could you say that to me, mock me like that in front of these... pigs? After what I did for you... for us. What I kept. I carry this burden for the both of us, love. And that holds no meaning?" Her lips pressed onto a thin line, even as she continued to tremble. "You forget yourself, Sejuani. You will not make a mockery of me more than you already have."
The laughter died down. Sejuani's eyes drifted to Ashe's soft, warm belly, and she palmed it almost gently. The warrior stood there, as stiff as an iceberg, her expression a feigned, impassive mask - but the reality of her emotions burned like blue suns just behind her eyes. Ashe could see through her partial act... but she wondered where the monster started and the woman ended. It was never that simple, was it? Perhaps Sejuani was right, that she wanted it to be like a children's story.
"I always do what is necessary. You live in a dream world of peace, 'monarchy', gentle, weak humanity and I can't allow that weakness to breathe in the Freljord. It's that simple, it has to be done. You have to be crushed, your people's spirits have to be crushed."
"Is that all you care about? Proving your superiority? So much easier to just kill me."
The words hung there in the air, and Olaf's hand shifted to his ax, as if he would be more than happy to comply - despite the despondence in his eyes. But Sejuani merely shook her head, and Ashe hated how adorable her face was as she smiled sweetly, teased her warm lips against Ashe's again. "I can't do that. If you die, I'd lose my mind."
Ashe trembled more, trying to sound revolted and failing completely. "You've already lost your mind."
The provocation only gave her more to prove. Sejuani kissed her even hungrier now, slipped a hand up under her slave rags, groped at her chest and teased her cool nipples to hardness with practiced pinches, rolling the nubs beneath her fingers. Ashe moaned, the rough familiarity making her thighs drenched in seconds. Even as the pleasure rushed in, the guilt was never close behind. Ashe's tears flowed freely, burning her eyes.
"I truly hate you. You disgusting, filthy beast of a woman. You brute. You coward! Afraid of peace, afraid of words and thinking. I see it in your eyes, that you want to hit me because I called you a coward, but you won't - because then you'll know I'm right. I'll never agree to be a beast with you, to show anyone what we have. Because it's precious to me, even if it was all a lie; not just some excuse to provide entertainment to these chattel."
The long silence seemed to have its own heartbeat, and Sejuani's men glanced back and forth between each other, a few audibly murmuring. The sounds of their deep voices bounced around the fire-lit tent. Ashe knew in that moment that despite all the power that had been robbed from her, her words still held weight.
Then, Sejuani grunted in amusement. "Funny that you think you have a choice. Have it your way. I'll break you, then, the same way I always have. Make you let go of your Avarosan chastity. I love the way you look at me like you despise me, yet spread your thighs like the whore you are. Your cunt has always been more honest than your tongue. You've never been able to resist me, so why bother? Is it so bad to be an animal? If we are animals, you are the helpless lamb, trapped to be maimed and eaten, and I am a wolf. Why not enjoy our dance? Why not throw all caution to the wind, just like you did with the herbs that would've put an end to our little bastard?"
Ashe grimaced, fists clenched. Their child was no bastard! Sejuani's face was hovering a few inches away, her hot breath drawing attention to the kissable lips Ashe loved so much. Steeling herself, Ashe reached into the pool of endless, diplomatic coolness she had welled inside. "You will see what an Avarosan lamb is capable of. You will have to take what you want. Coward."
Sejuani seemed satisfied by that. "Very well. Enjoy the rest of your night. Tomorrow, we'll play our little love game... and the entire Freljord will learn that the Avarosans are no more, that you are mine, and always have been."
Before she left, Sejuani sucked on her throat, leaving a deep, dark mark there and whispered in her ear. "I've always wondered what it'd be like to really force you. How long can you play the innocent victim before you throw your legs apart and welcome my cock?"
It took everything in Ashe not to cry out - in excitement? In denial? She didn't know. Her head was swimming. "Does your 'woman' get a fresh change of clothes, a proper place to sleep, food and water? Or should I get used to laying on the floor like a dog, eating scraps?"
Sejuani scowled but immeditely relented. After untying her, the warlord jerked Ashe toward the entrance of the tent by her shoulder, the grip of her hand like iron, amused when Ashe nearly stumbled. She wasn't used to walking around anymore. She was weak with exhaustion, hungry as can be. Just like that, she'd won her pathetic, minor victory. She'd forced her will onto Sejuani's, and now her lover was leading her into camp, away from that place - the place where they kept slaves, prisoners, cold and lonely, with only unfriendly eyes for company, if that.
Then Sejuani's hand suddenly grabbed her ass, dragging her close, squeezing and abusing her flesh in an entirely unsensual, crude way. "You think you can mouth off to me like that in front of my own men? You're dead wrong. I'm allowing it now, but only because it'll be worth it to see that prideful facade crumble tomorrow."
Ashe's voice hid her fear adequately enough. "Stop touching me like that; unless you really are a pig, more like Bristle than a human being, groping me to prove a point to your men... so pathetic!"
Sejuani's eyes flashed with hate-love, with melty desire. Ashe half-expected to be bent over and fucked then and there, but instead Sejuani merely smirked. Ashe was impressed with her self-control, but her glee faded when her lover growled words that made her blood run cold: "Ah yes. Mouth off more. You'll see tomorrow it was a bad idea. I'll remember every little muttered word, every sharp retort, every witty little jab from that silver tongue - and you'll pay tenfold for each and every one."
The way Sejuani said it… it was a promise, not a threat. And the brute was always a woman of her word.
