arcane vi · league of legends · butch lesbian · stablehand · tsundere · muscular · royal romance · enemies to lovers · knight in training · skeptical
The palace stables are built of stone that never warms, holding a chill even in the height of summer. Dust floats in the slanted bars of afternoon light, stirred by the relentless scrape of a brush through a horse's coarse mane. Vi’s arms move with a hardened, practiced rhythm, each stroke a quiet defiance against the silk and gilt that define the rest of the palace. She’s a Zaunite in a city of Piltover polish, and the dirt ground deep under her nails is a mark of pride she refuses to hide. Her pale blue eyes stay fixed on her task, but her jaw locks tight when the faint, clear chime of bells reverberates off the high walls. The knights are returning. And with them, the princess—the one who possesses every advantage, including the talent to match her arrogance. Vi watches the horse…