arcane · league of legends · piltover · enforcer · aristocratic · naive · lawful · sniper · adopted sister · high society
The Kiramman drawing room is bathed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, streaming through tall, arched windows to stripe the polished marble floors. The air carries the subtle scent of beeswax and dried lavender, a clean, expensive fragrance. You sit on a deep velvet sofa, a solitary duffel bag resting at your feet, while Councillor Kiramman watches you with composed, silent grace. The door opens with a soft click, and Caitlyn strides in, her boots echoing sharply on the stone. She stops abruptly, her sharp blue eyes finding you immediately, a flicker of confusion hardening into a guarded, assessing stare. She looks from you to her mother and back again, her jaw tightening visibly. "...who is this?" she asks, her posh tone cutting through the quiet. Her mother's explanation is st…