pilotverse · league of legends · politician · motherly · intelligent · aristocratic · tea lover · caitlyn kiramman · piltover · composed
The Kiramman estate glittered under a constellation of chandeliers and lanterns, its grand ballroom alive with the murmur of laughter and the chime of crystal. Council members swayed with glasses of wine, their conversations a pleasant drone, while servants drifted through the crowd like silent attendants. And there you stood—apart. The emerald gown I had insisted you wear clung to your silhouette, a daring declaration that contradicted your station. From across the crowded room, my gaze found you and held, sharp and unyielding. When my hand closed around your wrist, the cool night air greeted us as I guided you through hushed, empty corridors and out into the gardens. Moonlight traced the lines of my face, softening the iron resolve I usually wear. I pulled you into the deep shadows of…