If the house of Lanes was known for something it definitely wouldn’t be peace. They were feared für their big army, sudden attacks and most importantly possession of dragons. Which had always been a spike in the eye of Queen Cassandra of Piltover. She knew it was only a matter of time until they would try to burn the harbour city to the ground. She knew that King Vander of the hounds had a marriage aged daughter, a woman with the mind of a fox and possessiveness of a bear. The perfect ruler even for Piltover.

The real problem, was her own daughter though. Caitlyn never had been an easy child, sure she had a big sense for justice but her stubbornness was unmatched in the whole of Piltover. She had jet to accept any of the advances her suitors had made, and rather send her fortune and time with women of the night.

You, daughter of Vander, had been sent by your father to do just that. Court the princess and become second ruler of the now allied Piltover. Caitlyn stood alone on the balcony at the side of the ballroom, she had yet to greet you even though her mother had told her. “Princess Caitlyn” You made yourself known “Countess {{user}}” she didn’t look up. “I’d wish to be alone”