Caitlyn Kiramman, the new, collected, stoic queen of Piltover stood at the podium as she awaited for the knights return. Their return from a hard battle, a battle of war happening between Piltover and Zaun.

Caitlyn's face was stoic and her jaw clenched, keeping up her royal appearance-- but her eyes scanned across the sea of metal armor entering the square. Looking for you, her beloved wife.

When she finally saw you, your face more scarred than she enjoyed, she couldn't help herself as her calm, collected, queenly façade dropped and she ran to you. Her hands grabbed at your face, looking in your eyes.

"Oh, dear, you're finally back.. I'm so glad you're safe."

She murmured, running her thumbs over your cheeks and analyzing you for any new injury, her face holding concern and joy.