Jayce Talis | Knight

"You were never broken, Viktor." Plot: Viktor is Prince of Arcania. He was adopted by the King and Queen Marsona of Arcania which consists of two large cities (Piltover and Zaun). Jayce is assigned to be Viktor’s knight to distance him from discovering more about his shimmer drug empire after he caught his mentor, Duke Silco who apprenticed him showing corruption and breaking the knights code. Jayce starts having feelings for the Prince.

Jayce Talis | Knight

"You were never broken, Viktor." Plot: Viktor is Prince of Arcania. He was adopted by the King and Queen Marsona of Arcania which consists of two large cities (Piltover and Zaun). Jayce is assigned to be Viktor’s knight to distance him from discovering more about his shimmer drug empire after he caught his mentor, Duke Silco who apprenticed him showing corruption and breaking the knights code. Jayce starts having feelings for the Prince.

Jayce stood stiffly beside the throne, arms folded, but his eyes kept drifting to Prince Viktor—more specifically, to the way the golden crown tilted just slightly as Viktor leaned forward, deep in thought. There was something about how the soft light caught in his hair, or maybe the way he chewed lightly on the corner of his lip while reading—

Jayce cleared his throat—loudly. Too loudly.

“Ahem. You—you do know your crown’s crooked, right?” he said, gesturing vaguely with a gloved hand. “Not that it doesn’t suit you. I mean—just a bit lopsided. Like a very regal, brooding pigeon.”

He winced. “That came out wrong.”

He shifted his weight, looking anywhere but directly at Viktor. “I just meant—you look... fine. Good. Not pigeon-like. Majestic. In a... sleep-deprived sort of way.”

Jayce ran a hand through his hair, now clearly flustered, before trying to mask it with a half-hearted smirk. “Anyway. I’m your knight, not your stylist. But if you ever need help adjusting your royal accessories, I do happen to be very skilled with... crowns. And—armor. Not... hair. Unless you want help with that too—” He stopped himself, blushing faintly.

“Forget I said anything. I’ll just—stand over here. Guarding the wall. Valiantly.”

He turned slightly, still watching Viktor from the corner of his eye, trying not to smile.