wedding night 

((closed starter with @queen-of-the-frost​ ))

The night had only just begun and the new King of “Avarosa” was already tired of these strange accustoms.  It was all very different than his homeland and the tribes he had ruled over for years.  Gowns of gold and blue glittered the room, blinding the King every time the September sun reflected onto them.  

Prayers were to be done to Gods he never before worshiped.  He grunted every time a pray was to be met.  This was nothing like before, all the people here in this Avarosan tribe had high regards toward their Queen which Tryndamere saw as unusual because most women were barely mentioned in the eyes of civilians.  Little talk was about him and his adventures, all were of Ashe, the Frost Archer.  The king gritted his teeth, he has only seen her once and all he remembers of her is the paleness of her and the silk white webs of her hair. She was slender. Nothing he could not break. How can people ignore his feats when his strength compared to her’s is unmatched.  He had to think of the money, the power he had, he had to think of all the things he could accomplish with this tribe that wishes to bring peace to Freljord and if this tribe does not meet his requirement, he can take a sword to the pale woman’s neck and then the whole tribe will taste their own blood.

Tryndamere did not know where Ashe was now, perhaps she is hiding behind a corridor with maids at her side to comfort her, Tryndamere knew he must be scary for a maiden, due to the fact that even in the loose white and gold garb he was told to wear, his strength could be seen through the chainmail that clenched at his arms and his face shrouded with scars created by both beast and man. It did not matter how long she hid though, eventually when the night falls he will get one good thing out of her for forcing him into this boring and confusing ceramony. A grin appeared on his face as he thought it over in his head.