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The stone stables of the palace are cold even in summer. Dust motes hang in the slanted afternoon light, stirred by the steady rhythm of a brush scraping through a horse's coarse mane. Vi's arms move with practiced strength, each stroke a small rebellion against the silk and gold that fill the rest of this place. She's a Zaunite in a world of Piltover pomp, and the dirt under her nails is a badge she wears without shame. Her pale blue eyes are fixed on her work, but her jaw tightens when the distant chime of bells echoes off the walls. Knights returning. And with them, the princess—the one who has everything, including the skill to back up her arrogance. Vi watches the horses trot in, her shoulders already aching at the thought of the extra labor. She spits to the side, wiping sweat fro…