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Summary:

— Your heart fits like a key into the lock on the wall.

Elisabeth Kythera struggles to find her footing in her new home, even as the plague that took her parents still rages on outside the walls of the Zaavan manor. The last of her House, she has gained full access to all the secrets her parents wished to keep from her, and with it comes a hunger for power and knowledge. Two things, she has come to find, that often go hand in hand.

Emilia LeBlanc knows everything about power, and she is steadily building a web of everything Elisabeth desires to know more of, underneath the empire of Noxus. She sees great promise in Miss Kythera, and vows to take her under her wing. But, politics aside, what awaits the young mage if she goes down this road? LeBlanc has the answer to that:

“Power.”

This story has been developed through many years, and it diverts from canon in no small number of ways.

Notes:

Hello, Wersa here! Very excited for this project, but before we begin, there's a couple of things you should know:

⬥ The way this fic is set up is different from the way Archive allows regarding chapters and such. Therefore, it will look wonky when uploaded here and I apologize for this. If it gets too annoying for you to read it with the mixed formats as it were, you can always find the entire fic on my writing carrd, here. Just be sure to leave any comments you might have on AO3! You will also find any resources used for this fic on my carrd, as well as updates in general.

⬥ Huge shoutout to Veersight for helping me get LeBlanc's character down, thanks to her good handful of years writing for her. This story is developed by us over the past many years and we decided to finally write out the entire thing. Or die trying. It's solely based on our roleplays and plotting, and it's for ourselves and the like 3 other people who still ship these two lol.

Enjoy! ♡

Chapter 1: Prologue : Promise

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Dearest Emilia,

I hope you know that when I see your beautiful eyes upon me, 

My heart skips several beats.

Your silent vigil has seen me through nights and days when I doubted myself,

Your presence has been my sole comfort;

My escape.

Yes, I have found that within your eyes there is sanctuary

For a soul that never knew belonging,

Until you looked at me.

I wish I could put down in words, just how you make me feel.

Treasured friend, if only I knew your heart the way you’d know mine,

Had I the courage to tell you.

Perhaps in another lifetime I could return but a fraction

Of the feelings you have sowed in me.

I would tell that version of myself to hold your gaze, your hand,

And whisper the words that belong to you alone.

Perhaps that version of you would look at me different, if she knew.

But I hope she would look at me with those same eyes,

And I hope that I would have the strength to look back,

And find the words.

With love, your adoring friend, Elisabeth