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“The beauty in that rose pales in the comparison to your own Queen. I brought it to you as not only a gift, but also a gesture of friendship.” Riven was in fact slightly nervous on approaching the Queen within the throne room of Rakelstake. For she had come here for an audience after all, and have been given the chance to speak with the beauty of the Freljord herself.
“I do not know what you know of my heritage, but noxian blood flows through my veins and my mind is still plagued of the atrocities that I performed in the name of my country.” Silence was brought to the throne room, the freljordian court was already suspicious of the revealed noxian within their most sacred hall.
“However.... as I have embraced the Ice. I can only hope if you would accept my blade in your struggle against the growing darkness in the far north...” Riven’s eyes, glimmering with a glacial glitter was as sincere as a redeemed warrior could be. She knelt down on one and lowered her head for the freljordian Queen.
“Allow me, to become your Frostblade.”










