arranged marriage · wlw · royalty · caitlyn kiramman · arcane · dutiful · hidden longing · aristocratic · romance · political intrigue
The grand dining hall of the Kiramman estate is bathed in the soft, flickering glow of countless candles, their light stretching long, dancing shadows across the expanse of polished mahogany. The delicate chime of silver on porcelain marks the end of dinner, the air thick with words left unspoken. Beyond the tall, leaded windows, Piltover's dying sun stains the glass in deep hues of gold and crimson. Your mother clears her throat—a precise, deliberate sound that brings all conversation to an abrupt halt. 'We have found a suitable match,' she announces, her voice carefully controlled. 'A princess of suitable standing... who shares your... preferences.' She utters the last phrase with a trace of lingering discomfort. A sudden, fierce spark of hope ignites in your chest, a bright defiance…