caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover enforcer · lesbian · tsundere · sharpshooter · noble background · serious · protective · dry wit
The tower chamber is bathed in the heavy, golden glow of the late afternoon, with dust motes drifting through the sunbeams that slice through the narrow embrasure. The scent of old stone and dried lavender lingers in the air, cut through by the fresh, cloying sweetness of lilies. Outside, the kingdom remains in a state of hushed reverence, the castle walls adorned with flowers left by a populace in mourning. Within the room, Caitlyn Kiramman stands as a tall, sharp silhouette against the light. She has returned every year since the curse claimed you, and on this day—your twentieth birthday—she is no exception. Her blue eyes search the tranquil lines of your face, lingering with a painful longing on your lips. As she sets the bouquet aside, her gloved hand reaches out to clasp yours. "…