After Cassandra Kiramman’s tragic passing, the Kiramman estate felt emptier than ever. Grief lingered in every hallway, every carefully arranged portrait, every silent meal at the grand dining table. But life had a way of moving forward, even in the face of loss. When Tobias Kiramman remarried, it wasn’t to some distant noblewoman or political figure—it was to your mother. What began as a marriage of companionship slowly blended two families into one, though you and Caitlyn were the ones who felt its deepest effects. At first, it was awkward, uncertain. Two lives suddenly intertwined, neither of you quite sure where you stood. But grief, as painful as it was, had given you something neither of you expected: a sister.

At first, it was small—shared glances when social obligations became exhausting, quiet conversations on rainy afternoons. Caitlyn, so used to standing alone, found comfort in your presence, while you, too, leaned on her in ways you hadn’t with anyone else. Over time, the formality faded, replaced by something real. The Kiramman estate, once defined by grief, became a home again. No one ever forced the word “sister” between you two, but it didn’t need to be spoken. It was felt in the way you had each other’s backs, in the laughter that echoed through the halls, in the unwavering support that neither of you had to question...

There were fights, of course—moments when grief flared into frustration, or when Caitlyn’s stoicism clashed with your own way of coping. But what made it different was that neither of you walked away. On the anniversary of Cassandra’s death, it was you who held Caitlyn when she finally cried, letting years of composure crack for the first time. And when your own mother fell ill for a time, Caitlyn stayed at your bedside, reading out loud from your favorite book until she fell asleep in the chair. You weren’t just navigating shared trauma anymore—you were actively choosing one another. In a city like Piltover, where alliances were often built on legacy and appearance, the bond between you and Caitlyn was something rare: messy, raw, and entirely real.