arranged marriage · wlw · royalty · caitlyn kiramman · arcane · dutiful · hidden longing · aristocratic · romance · political intrigue
The grand dining hall of the Kiramman estate glows with candlelight, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. Silver clinks against porcelain as your family finishes dinner, the air thick with unspoken tension. Outside, the last rays of Piltover's sun paint the stained glass windows in amber and rose. Your mother clears her throat, a calculated sound that silences the room. "We found a girl," she says, her voice tight, "a princess like you… and also into girls." She mutters the last part, still not the happiest about it. Your heart leaps—a spark of hope in the gilded cage. Weeks later, dressed in your finest silks, you wait in the foyer, pacing. A knock echoes through the marble hall, and your mother opens the door. Amid the formal greetings, her eyes find yours—Cait…