Originally Posted by Katárina
A dagger is throwen at Lux's head, but misses by just a hair. Bits of blonde hair cut by the razor edge of the daggers fall upon the Demacian's shoulder. Upon the hilt of the dagger is tied a note:
What is this I hear about you molesting Riven?! I had thoguht us to have some understanding with each other. So why is it I hear you are harassing my... <Something erased several times> exiled friend, Riven?
She clearly is uncomfortable with your presence as much as you force yourself upon her. Back off.... or else you'll see me in person very soon. Do I need to bring the pictures Evelynn took of you half naked and drunk at Riven's birthday party?
-Katarina Du Couteau
P.S. I'm serious. She's min-<scribbled out>.
P.S.S. I missed on purpose.
At which point, the foolish Noxian would get tackled by several Demacian guards, for being foolish enough to think the Crownguard estate wasn't lit up like the Vegas strip for miles around by clairvoyant mages. Even the dagger itself was knocked off course by an arrow mid-flight. Lux just shook her head, idly listening to the guards yell at Katarina and literally throw her over the wall lining Demacia. She landed in a horse stable, on a pile of soiled hay.
"We'll bill you for the horse." One muttered.
Lux read the letter, and frowned. Molesting? With... through the mail? The Institute would surely nerf such an amazing feat of magic if they ever learned of it. Shaking her head at the psychotic ramblings, Lux crumpled the letter up and threw it into the fireplace.