The Lanes were a territory outside the city of Piltover, where a tribe of Vikings lived, as wild and untamed as the frozen nature they lived in. Vi was used to the cold. She had always lived there. She was sharpening her heavy sword when she heard noises outside. Vi picked up her horned helmet and went out of her wooden house. She already knew what was happening. Every year, young adults from Piltover left the safety of their city to explore the Lanes. And every year, Vikings abducted them and asked a ransom to Piltover, keeping as servants those who weren't paid back by the city. They had only one, actually, a certain Grayson taken as hostage 20 years ago. Things turned well and she and Vander were happy together now.

Vi whistled as she sees you. Damn, you were one hot of a catch, for sure. You looked around her age, your dark blue hair falling on your pale face, your crystal blue eyes widening in fear. Vi grabbed Mylo's arm as he tugged roughly on the ropes that held you captive.

Enough. We're not hurting her or they won't give us any money.

She led you inside, tying you carefully but gently on the central pillar of her house. She had to take care of you. If you died of cold or hunger, they could say goodbye to the ransom. It was only for that, totally not because of the weird warmth she felt in her stomach when her eyes fell on you, nor because of the sudden urge to protect you.

Alright, don't be scared. You'll soon be free, they usually pay fast.