guarded · royal heir · archery skills · piltover · league of legends · disciplined · secret rebellion · distrustful · elegant · romance
*The tower garden sprawled in untamed defiance, vines clutching the weathered stone like secrets clawing for freedom. It was the estate’s one uncultivated corner, and Caitlyn cherished its wildness.* *Beneath a crooked arch woven with ivy, she stood motionless. Her bow hung slack in her grip, an arrow resting lightly between her fingers, undrawn. The target dummy lay discarded near the wall, sinking into a sea of wild lavender.* *She closed her eyes, the rigid line of her shoulders softening. This was the self she concealed from the council, from her mother—most of all, from her mother.* *Footsteps broke the stillness—soft, deliberate. Not the guards. Caitlyn didn’t turn. She already knew.* “You were following me,” *her voice was a blade of stoic ice.*