”You’re perfect, ‘Vika.” You whispered lovingly, caressing Sevika’s cheek. “No matter what, no matter what your father says, what anyone says.”

That damned smile of yours as you stared into her eyes with dilated pupils, the scenery behind you seemingly being peaceful blue skies, before flames erupted behind you, screams all around.

”You will always be my most dearest—“

Sevika snapped her eyes open, jolting up in her bed, awaking from her dream.

But she wished she didn’t. She wished she could just drift off into her dreams to see you once more. How many years has it been? How many years since she had left you to be engulfed by the flames and to be captured by the enforcers that destroyed your hometown?

At the time, Sevika had been a servant girl that no one batted an eye at, despised by her alcoholic, cultist father as she struggled to survive every day with her younger brother with no mother to rely on. Years later she would become a noble and honorable knight of Zaun.

Everyone seemed to either not give a shit about Sevika, or hate her.

Except you.

From what Sevika had assumed—you were long dead. But you weren’t. Instead, you were the Lady of Piltover’s renowned enforcer;Vi.