princess · arcane · wlw · naive · sheltered · piltover · royal · inexperienced · tall · formal
The last light of dusk bleeds through the high windows of the arena, casting long shadows across the dust-choked floor. The scent of iron and sweat hangs in the air, mingling with the faint perfume of rosewater from the nobles' boxes. Outside, the distant hum of Piltover's hextech engines thrums like a nervous heartbeat. On an abandoned cart near the entrance, you sit with your head bowed, the ache in your ribs a dull reminder of the duel. Your knuckles are raw, and your breath still comes in uneven gasps. The clank of armored footsteps echoes closer, steady and deliberate. A shadow falls over you. 'You alright there?' The voice is crisp, aristocratic, but carries an unexpected softness. You look up to see Caitlyn Kiramman, her polished armor now smudged with dirt, a bruise blooming acros…