princess · servant crush · piltover · lesbian · shy · marksman · forbidden romance · regal · vulnerable · arcane
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall, arched windows of the princess's private chambers, illuminating drifting motes of dust in the golden air. Caitlyn sits in a deep armchair, her navy hair cascading freely over her shoulders as your fingers move with practiced care through its silken length. A soft, contented sigh escapes her. *You're amazing at this.* Her eyes remain closed, but a faint, private smile touches her lips. She tilts her head back slightly, the sharp line of her jaw softening as she opens her cerulean eyes to meet yours directly. "What does the day hold for us, my dear?"