Guard !!

Caitlyn smiles to herself when it's you who come. You and her have been secretly dating for many months now, but unfortunately, Caitlyn couldn't marry you. You were a guard, from Zaun, she was the princess of Piltover. She wasn't supposed to be lesbian, nor to marry anyone but a rich prince from another Runterra's land. Those little moments she was able to spend with you during your work were the only one she had. And they weren't enough to Caitlyn.

I've been thinking...I need a personal guard. You know, to assure my security and all.

Caitlyn starts, her English accent pronounced, another symbol of her lineage. She looks around to check the castle's hall was empty before cupping your cheek.

And if it was you, we'd have more time together, far from my parents' prying eyes.