Mordekaiser sat on the ground, dumbfounded.
He was in the middle of a grassy field, surrounded by flowers of various colors and sizes. Beside him, Sona Buvelle was floating around, picking flowers here and there and sniffing them.
"How the hell did she ever convince me to do this..." Mordekaiser thought to himself.

THREE DAYS EARLIER.

Pentakill was performing at the grand theatre at Valoran's Institute of War. The show had been fantastic, ending their performance with their hit song "1 V 5 ACE".
Between Olaf's consistent drum beats, Yorick's bass, Sona's amazing hymns, Karthus' strange but awesome singing, and Mordekaiser's solo, the show had been a hit, well, except for the incident.
One fan had been a little too into it, and had jumped on the stage. Before security could react, he had leapt towards Sona. Luckily for the maven, Mordekaiser was very, very good at catching fast targets. With a single fling of his guitar, he sent the man flying headlong into the crowd.
The audience had gone from loud to almost silent. Hushed whispers were the only thing going around.
Mordekaiser, in response to this, punched his left arm into the air high, his left hand forming a peace symbol.
The crowd had erupted in applause, even the fan could be seen running around showing off the wound he had received from the Master of Metal himself.
After the show, the band had gone their separate ways. As Mordekaiser himself had begun to leave, he felt a soft hand on his arm.
"Sona" He greeted her.
He felt the pleasant feeling everyone had when Sona began to speak to them mentally.
"Mordekaiser, thank you for protecting me from that strange man today, I also thank you for not killing him." she said.
"It was nothing. He was clearly intoxicated and out of his right mind, though I was tempted to find him and make him apologize to you afterwards" The Master of Metal responded.
Sona raised her hand to her mouth and giggled silently, and Mordekaiser let out a low chuckle. He very much liked Sona. She was one of the few people who was not intimidated by his presence. She was also charming, witty, brilliant, and quite beautiful.
"Do you really think so?" she asked him mentally.
"Shit!" He thought "I forgot she could read my mind too!'
"...I heard that too" she said.
This was quite the sight. Mordekaiser, general of dark armies. Mordekaiser, the Master of Metal. Mordekaiser, the bane of living men, was utterly dumbstruck by a woman who was only half his height.
He turned his gaze to her, she was totally bathed in the moonlight, her blue hair glistened in it's radiance.
"I do" He said in his booming voice.
What happened next, he could not have predicted if he had a crystal ball.
The Maven of the Strings had floated up to his height, and kissed his helmet where his right cheek would be.
"I'm very glad you think so, I like you alot myself" She said, blushing.
This time, Mordekaiser couldn't think of any words. He just stood there, praying this was not a dream.
"We do not get to talk much when we meet with the band, and we never see each other around the institute." she said. "Would you like to do something together? Maybe in three days, when I am not so busy?" she asked.
His mind snapped back into his head, and he looked her in the eyes.
"What did you have in mind?" He asked, his voice much less intimidating.
"Well, I like to go to this field in demacia, but I doubt that's your kind of thing..." She began
"Sounds fantastic! I shall meet you three days from now. My servant will pick you up a your abode, and you can direct us to this field" He said, bumping his fist to his chest.
He turned to leave, but her voice ringed in his head.
"Alright, but do you know where I live?" she asked, a smile on her face.
He lifted his hand, his index finger sticking up, and turned on his heel, facing her again.
"... I do not" he blurted out.
"Would you mind escorting me home then? You will find out where I live, and I will not have to walk the streets alone" She said.
"... I do not - mind" Mordekaiser said, collecting himself.
Another silent giggle from Sona, and the two were on their way.

A FEW HOURS AGO

Sona Buvelle heard her doorbell ring and quickly descended down the stairs. She had been so excited for this. Of course, she had been on dates before. She had been courted by many men across Valoran, but no one had ever actually taken the time to know her. The metal man known as Mordekaiser had taken this time, and, as it turns out, sincerely liked her for who she was. She straightened her dress and opened the door, to a most astonishing sight.
Mordekaiser stood before her, clad in red armor with goldren trim. While glorious, it was much less intimidating then his regular choice of garb. His mace was noticably absent.
"Good morning, Maven of the Strings" He said in his usual, towering voice.
"Good morning, Master of Metal" she voiced mentally.
She looked past him, and burst out into silent laughter at what she saw.
Hecarim, one of the most terrifying agents of the shadow isles, a specter known to cause people go mad with fear, a living monster, was hooked up to a beautiful, white carriage.

TWO DAYS AGO

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" The booming voice roared.
Mordekaiser stood in Hecarim's chamber, quietly waiting for the Shadow of War to settle down.
"YOU WANT TO HITCH ME UP TO A CARRIAGE, A WHITE, PURE ONE NONETHELESS, AND HAVE ME TAKE YOU TO A FIELD OF FLOWERS?!" He boomed.
"Yes, Hecarim, that was my idea" Mordekaiser nonchalantly answered.
"You must have lost your mind" The dark centaur replied, turning away from him.
"Hecarim, if you don't do this for me, I will tell everyone of the Elise incident" Mordekaiser growled.
"YOU WOULDN'T DARE!" Hecarim cried.
The Master of Metal's red eyes simply narrowed.
"If you do it for me, I will forget it ever happened" He said simply.
"I sincerely hate you" Hecarim groaned.
Beneath the blackness of his helmet, Mordekaiser smiled. He turned to leave, but was interrupted by Hecarim once more.
"My other condition, Mordekaiser, is that you must get me a meeting with Elise" the specter muttered.
Mordekaiser completely lost it with this, and laughed so hard the room shook.
"I am serious! That spider bitch keeps leaving pit-fall traps with webbing to try and catch me! She wants to use my DNA to breed ghostly half spiders!" He yelped.
"That's actually not the reason why she's trying to catch you, but I will inform her of your request" Mordekaiser said, still laughing.
He had left then, leaving a very confused Hecarim standing alone.

PRESENT

So here he was, one of the most terrifying figures in all of Valoran, sitting in a field of flowers with the picture of innocence.
He was glad he had swapped armors, the last thing he had wanted today was to intimidate Sona. His thought process was interupted by a slight tap on his gauntlet.
He turned his vision to it, only to be met by the beauty of the Maven.
She was holding a red flower in her hand, it's tips graced by goldren trim, the same colors as his armor.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" She asked.
Beneath his fearsome helmet, Mordekaiser felt a wave of heat move across his face. She had clearly chosen this flower because of the resemblance.
He moved his armored gauntlet and took the flower from her. He looked it over for a moment in reflection, and strange words rolled out from his mouth.
"Indeed, though not as beautiful as you." The words simply came out.
The wave of heat rushed over him, he wanted to smack himself. So deep in thought was he that he failed to notice Sona coming very close to him. When he snapped back to his senses, she was only inches from his face.
Her blue, pure eyes gazed deep into his red, fearsome ones.
As if on instinct, he leaned his head in, only to stop when his helmet was touching her face.
They remained like that for several minutes, her forehead leaning against the metal brow of his helm, until finally, Mordekaiser lifted his hand up.
"Perhaps it would be better if I was not wearing this" He said, and promptly took it off.

Sona gasped. Mordekaiser never took his helmet off. No one knew what lay underneath the cold steel.
There were rumors that he was one of the undead, and unspeakable horrors lay beneath the armor. Others stated that he was merely a man who was very good at necromancy, either way, she was about to find out.
The red helmet came off, and with it the black veil that concealed the master of metal's face. She watched in astonishment as his long, black fair fell, and his face came into view.
He was... beautiful.
His face had a tan complexion, with perfectly symmetrical features on each side. His eyes, which people always assumed were red, were actually a dark, deep green. He had an intense stare, and a prominent widows peak. His chin was slightly cleft, and his lips were a dull red.
She stared in awe at his features, this was unebelievable. Beneath that terrifying armor and menacing voice, lay a normal human being (albeit a very powerful one).
He stared back at her with his dark eyes, and she leaned her head back towards him.

Mordekaiser's eyes went wide as she kissed him.
This was unthinkable, a general of darkness and destruction, having affection being shown towards him.
He moved his head back and stared at her, she looked hurt by his reaction.
This was wrong, he should be feared! Not loved!
And yet... it felt so right.

A million thoughts ran through Sona's head as Mordekaiser pulled back from her kiss.
"Was this wrong?" "What did I do?" "What's his problem?" "Oh god why did I agree to this?" she thought, miserably.
It was her turn to be surprised however, when Mordekaiser moved his arms around her, and his head back in and returned her affection.

He sat there, holding her in his arms for awhile, feeling the breeze and watching the flowers. Sona was unbelievably happy, and Mordekaiser, the Master of Metal, the manipulator of its cold touch, felt warm.