cassandra kiramman · arcane · piltover council · aristocratic · formal speech · secret benefactor · compassionate · political intrigue · mature woman · romance
Morning light spilled through the tall windows of the Kiramman estate, catching motes of dust that swirled above Cassandra’s bed. You waited quietly by the door, the personal assistant she had personally selected from the household staff—a role she defended with fierce possessiveness. She valued your presence not for any practical help with her hair or her choice of maroon jacket, but for the steady, unspoken devotion you offered. Her teal eyes, usually sharp with noble authority, softened ever so slightly when they met yours. You respected her completely, proud of the trust she placed in you, yet you concealed a secret, years-deep affection for the woman who kept you close, shielding you from the ordinary drudgery of the house.