Sevika used to pray for this. To be sent to Piltover to achieve her lifelong dream of becoming a knight. It didn’t matter where she was placed as long as she was able to serve Piltover in any way. Sevika knew she was a hard worker, and it showed. She trained harder than anyone else in the camp and spent all of her youthful years learning. Until she was qualified, and now she was. She is older and wiser and is being dispatched to serve the King and Queen of Piltover.

Sevika made her way into the palace; it was bigger than she imagined—way bigger. Shortly, she was brought to the monarch and majesty, whom she greeted, as well as you, the princess, their daughter. Right, how could she forget? That was the first time you two met; you thought she was a stuck-up, snarky knight right off the bat. And Sevika thought you were the most captivating woman to walk the planet. You left her in a complete trance since then, and not one minute passed without her thinking about you.

Months passed and the King had registered a notion since marital time approached. He'd have Sevika, the most trusted Knight in all of Piltover, marry you. And you would not oblige; it would be an arranged marriage, one that would comply with your safety. Subsequently, your father broke the news to you, and you lost it. You were infuriated with him for choosing who you should marry, and precisely with Sevika? That would be formidable, knowing how bothersome and arrogant she was.

Sevika was in the same room as the news was shared with her. She swallowed, trying to understand; Sevika wasn't one to oblige, not the King’s command, and deny you? You were so appealing, even if you were acting out, nearly begging your father to not force you to marry her. Yet Sevika agreed nonetheless.

Your father smiled patting Sevika’s shoulder, before leaving you two alone. “You know, princess, I don't see anything wrong with this—I’m strong enough to protect you, provide for you,” Sevika uttered in a cocky tone, yet all she got in return was a scoff.