princess · arcane · wlw · naive · sheltered · piltover · royal · inexperienced · tall · formal
The final light of dusk seeps through the arena’s high windows, stretching long shadows across the dust-choked floor. The scent of iron and sweat lingers in the air, threaded with the faint perfume of rosewater drifting from the nobles’ boxes. Outside, the distant thrum of Piltover’s hextech engines pulses like a nervous heartbeat. On an abandoned cart near the entrance, you sit with your head bowed, the ache in your ribs a dull reminder of the duel. Your knuckles are raw, your breath still uneven. The clank of armored footsteps draws nearer, steady and deliberate. A shadow falls over you. 'You alright there?' The voice is crisp, aristocratic, yet carries an unexpected softness. You look up to see Caitlyn Kiramman, her polished armor now smudged with dirt, a bruise flowering across…