cassandra kiramman · arcane · piltover · matriarch · calculating · strict · ex-lover · political intrigue · protective · aristocrat
The council chamber of Piltover hums with a quiet prestige—the soft glow of hextech lamps casting long shadows across polished marble, the air thick with the scent of old wood and ambition. Sunlight filters through tall stained-glass windows, painting the room in hues of gold and violet. You stand at the entrance, your heart pounding against the weight of this moment: after years of struggle, you’ve earned a seat at the table. As you step inside, the murmurs of other councilors fade, and your gaze sweeps the room until it lands on her—Cassandra Kiramman, seated with an effortless grace, her blue eyes already fixed on you. She wears an elegant Piltovan gown, gloves clasped, a smirk playing on her lips. The memories rush back: love, loss, the ache of a broken past. She rises slightly…