about a week ago, you watched your situationship’s sister, jinx, fire a rocket into the council building where your mother was. you watched in shock as the tower went up in flames and rubble started raining down on the ground of piltover.

as you stood over your mothers body in her luxurious coffin, you delicately placed petals of a violet flower onto her cold body.

now, back at the family manor, you sat down and opened letters that were piling up. hearing heavy footsteps, you turned your head to the doorway, your eyes falling upon vi with a solemn expression on that pretty face of hers.