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the wedding 

The Prince of Piltover-Noxus was quite handsome. Vi had never been attracted to men, but even she could not help but notice beauty such as his. 

Prince Caine grasped Vi's fingers with a gloved hand and raised it to plant a kiss on the back of Vi's wrist. He guided her up the steps of the altar until they both stood before Queen Ambessa. 

Vi faltered up near the top step—cursing under her breath that she was forced to wear a dress to this wedding. 

She almost laughed at the thought. All the pain and humiliation of Zaun's failed rebellious war that culminated in her becoming a veritable hostage for Piltover-Noxus and yet here she was irritated over something as simple as a dress. 

She wasn't even going to be married to the oldest son and heir, Kino. Caine was the result of the joining of Noxus and Piltover thirty years ago—when the General Queen Ambessa had loudly claimed she would marry the Princess Cassandra Kiramman and that all of Cassandra’s children would be Ambessa's heirs.

The Prince in question glanced at her with his sharp blue eye. His left was covered by a rather fancy eyepatch that matched his tunic. Vi wondered how he had come to lose the eye. Had it been during the war? 

Vi was pulled from her thoughts by the Queen finishing her statements to the crowd. Vi hadn't been listening whatsoever. She imagined the Queen had simply been waxing poetic about peace coming through this hardship as she had been for weeks now in the surrender talks with Zaun. 

The Prince still held onto Vi's hand in a soft grasp. 

“Prince Caine, Lady Violet,” the Queen started with a pointed gesture. Vi almost scoffed at being called a lady. She was the daughter of the leader of Zaun, but they did not have proper titles like Piltover-Noxus did. 

Ambessa wordlessly handed the Prince a small pitch black knife. It was made of a material that Vi was unfamiliar with. It looked as though the handle and blade were all one unit—the blade itself was almost see through, but it looked quite sharp. 

“Would you like to go first, my Lady?” The Prince asked softly—low enough that only the two of them could hear it. Vi snapped her eyes up to the man's face. He had the most delicate and soft voice. It was almost sweet, feminine. 

Now that Vi took in the features of his face even more closely, she could see that the man had beautiful and ethereal features like a woman. Perhaps, in the dead of night, she could pretend that he was one in order to make the bedding easier. 

Vi swallowed her nerves and shook her head. 

“I'm unsure of what to do. Show me first and I will follow you,” she stated and eyed the knife warily. The Prince nodded. 

“Which is your dominant hand?” He asked gently. Vi motioned to her right, still held in his grasp. The Prince dropped her hand and reached down to grab her left. He cupped Vi's hand almost reverently. Vi noted, not for the first time, that the Prince's fingers were longer than hers, but Vi's hands were larger overall.

He tilted the knife towards her bare palm. Vi made a sound of shock and fought the urge to move away. It wouldn't do any good to make a scene that could possibly do more harm to the people of Zaun. 

The Prince made a soft, reassuring sound before making a thin cut on Vi's palm in one swift motion. It barely hurt, but the blood oozed out rapidly. Vi stared at the sight. 

She was vaguely aware of the Prince pulling off his right glove with his teeth. She flicked her eyes back towards him in time to see him handing her the knife. She took the knife in her hand not covered in blood. 

The Prince held out his palm upright. Vi gingerly took his wrist into her grasp. Her scarred hands looked strange contrasted against his fine pale fingers. 

Vi placed the tip of the knife on the edge of the Prince's palm and looked up at him to make sure she was doing the right thing. He gave an imperceptible nod. 

She glanced back down at his palm and noticed that there was already a slight welt of blood where the knife touched it. The knife was clearly devastatingly sharp. 

She repeated his motions against her hand onto his. The slice of the knife caused his blood to weep across his hand. Before she could even stop to think about what was happening, the Prince grabbed Vi's bloody hand with his own and connected their joint wounds. 

Vi made a startled sound, more of annoyance than pain. 

The Prince lifted their joined hands above their heads and turned them both to face the crowd. The crowd of Pilt-Noxians cheered deafeningly loudly. 

Vi looked up at their bloody clasped hands. Their joined blood ran down both their arms. She couldn't even tell if it was his or hers. 

“Caine and Violet, bound by blood for all to see! May your union bear blessed fruit,” the Queen called out in her commanding voice. Something in her tone felt insulting, and Vi bristled after she finished speaking.

“Throw it on the ground,” the Prince muttered. Vi looked at him out of the corner of her eye. 

“The dagger, my Lady. Throw it on the ground. Shatter it,” The Prince whispered softly. Vi made a soft oh before rearing back and hurtling the knife towards the ground. 

It splintered before bursting into hundreds of tiny pieces. 

Vi gasped as a brief flash of light emanated from the joint of hers and the Prince's hands. She pulled away from him, scared suddenly of whatever magicks had just happened. Magic had lost Zaun the war. How could she not be frightened? 

She lifted her hand to her face and sucked in a surprised breath as she realized that the cut on her palm had scarred over. The scar was tinged the same shade of blue as the Prince's hair. As he reached forward to cup her cheek, Vi noticed that his scar was the pinkish red of her own hair. 

The Queen shouted something in anger, but Vi was only barely aware of it. The Prince was clearly ignoring her, and he leaned forward towards Vi's face.

“May I kiss you, my wife?” The Prince asked in his same soft lilt. 

Vi nodded and was met almost immediately with a searing kiss. She moaned softly at the touch of his lips on hers and deepened the kiss for the briefest moment.

As the kiss ended and the Prince pulled away, Vi balked slightly in both shock and anger. She had never enjoyed kissing men. So, why had she enjoyed kissing her husband? 

the banquet

The banquet that Vi was forced to attend alongside her new husband was almost unbearable. Pilt-Noxians were everywhere screaming and laughing. She hated seeing their revelry— especially given that their joy was caused specifically by the suffering of her and her people

Her husband kept a protective hand on her shoulder. She could feel him tense up when the shouting became too raucous. He even rubbed a soothing thumb over her skin when a nobleman came up and spoke ill of Zaun. 

“You should not say such things, Lord Salo,” Vi’s husband said with a low warning. Vi looked up at the Prince in shock. This “Salo” did the same. The Prince sounded different than he had when speaking to Vi at the wedding—  as if he was pitching his voice lower.

“I have married Violet and as such married into the Zaunite people. I’ll not have them spoken of in such an uncouth way,” Caine finished with a slight grimace on his cheeks. Salo gaped at him like a fish, clearly unable to even begin to react to what was just said to him. 

He settle on glaring at Vi and stomping away. The Prince pulled Vi in closer for a moment as he made his way past their table. 

“I’m sorry for the things he said. I wish you did not have to hear them.” Vi’s husband murmured under his breath. 

Vi watched as he reached up as though he meant to cup her cheek. Without meaning to, she jerked her head away so that he could not touch her so intimately. 

“I did not even listen to him, lord husband. There was no need to lie to defend me in such a way,” Vi snapped— unsure of where her sudden anger had come from. 

Caine pulled back and released his touch on her arm. He looked down at the floor. Vi could see a flush across his pretty cheeks. Vi scowled internally at having thought of the man in such a way once more.

“It was not a lie, Violet. The way the people of Zaun are treated has always bothered me. Why do you think I asked to marry you instead of allowing my mother to imprison you and your sister?” He spoke softly, and his voice once again sounded just slightly feminine. 

Vi stared at him for a horrifyingly long moment as she registered what it was he said. She had known that Ambessa originally wanted to kill her and Powder, but had relented to unite their nations. She assumed it was because Ambessa wanted something similar to the absorption of Piltover into Noxus. It hadn’t occurred to Vi to even consider anything else. 

“You- How do I know that that is not also a lie?” Vi asked. She hated the way her voice shook. She was a proud warrior, not some trembling damsel. 

Caine sighed and turned back to face the crowds— resting his hand on his cheek. He sighed rather girlishly.

“It does not please me that you think so little of me. We are husband and wife. Bound by blood and even our souls.” He said. His tone was not unkind or cruel. It was clear he was hurt by the notion of Vi not trusting him or liking him. At the very least he was pretending to. 

A loud bang echoed through the chambers. Queen Ambessa had hit her hand on the table before her. Vi noted how the woman next to Ambessa almost jumped out of her seat in surprise. The woman was tall and black of hair. She looked to be about the same age as Ambessa. 

Vi quirked an eyebrow, wondering why it had taken her this long to notice this woman. She was clearly Prince Caine’s birth mother, Queen Consort Cassandra. 

The hall quieted down almost completely as Ambessa rose to her full, towering height. “Let us begin the bedding!” She cried out. The room erupted in a deafening roar. 

Vi felt angry tears spring to her eyes— unbidden. She wiped them away furiously. She had always assumed the rumors of the Noxian bedding ritual were just that: rumors. 

Apparently they were not. 

She was only vaguely aware of her husband standing in front of her protectively. Vi looked up and realized that Caine was shouting in clear anger. 

“I said, no Mother! I’ll not have you humiliate Violet in such a way. We have already forgone all Zaunite traditions at this wedding. Please let her have this last bit of dignity!” He yelled out. 

Ambessa’s table was directly across the banquet hall from Vi and Caine’s. Vi watched in rapt attention as the Queen shoved the table out of her way and it went careening across the room. Exaggerated gasps echoed through the hall. The dark skinned woman stomped forward and slammed her hands on Vi and Caine’s wedding table. 

Vi could hear it creak loudly under her weight. 

Prince Caine was not a short man by any means, but he was small and lithe. He was known to be a renowned long range mage and marksman. 

Queen Ambessa, however, was known for her physical prowess. She was at least a foot taller than Caine— with arms nearly the size of Caine’s waist. 

“Have I not humored you enough yet, child?” Ambessa said. She did not snarl or growl as Vi half expected her to. Her voice was alarmingly clear and even. 

“If you do a bedding, I’ll not consummate the marriage.” Caine responded in turn. His voice was once again deeper— and much more angry. His accent was thick and rounded the word “not” in a heavy timber. 

Vi could feel how wide her eyes were at the display. She wished desperately that she had her gauntlets on her, but she had not even been allowed to bring them into the country. She had her fists, and could take on most men easily, but she doubted she could do anything to Ambessa.

Ambessa simply raised an eyebrow at Caine’s words and did not respond.

Caine leaned in closer to his mother and spoke with a low whisper so only Ambessa and Vi could hear him. 

“We performed the soul bonding ritual. I can free Violet from it easily, but she does not know how to free me from it,” Caine stated coolly. Vi snapped her head up and felt her jaw hitch open. Was that what the knife thing at the wedding was about?

“I will not be able to bear children with anyone but her. Your hold on Piltover will end with me,” Caine threatened. 

Vi knew that wasn't completely true. After all, Ambessa could always marry someone else from Piltover and name the children borne from her the Piltovan heir. 

And yet. 

The Queen did look a bit concerned at the notion. 

“Fine. But take your wife to your chambers and bed her now.” Ambessa said before turning around to head back to the adoring crowd. 

Vi could not hear her words to the crown of Pilt-Noxians. She couldn't hear anything over the roaring in her ears echoing with Ambessa's words. 

Bed her now. Bed her now. Bed her now.

the bedding

When they arrived in the Prince's bedchamber, Vi thought for a horrible moment that she may become sick on his floor. 

She stood in the middle of the room and clenched her fist to try and ground herself. 

Men finish quickly. It won't take long. It will be over soon. 

Vi jumped when she heard Caine flip the latch on his door to lock it. She swallowed her nerves and headed towards the bed— ready to just bend over and present herself to get things done with. 

“Violet, what are you doing?” Caine's sweet voice called out to her. Vi closed her eyes and took a shaky breath. 

If she didn't look at him, if she just listened to him…she could definitely pretend he was a woman. 

A gentle hand on her shoulder turned her around. 

“There's no need for us to rush things. We have all night,” her husband said. He had a glass of water in his hand and was holding it out for Vi to take. 

Vi eyed him warily and took the glass. She kept eye contact with him as she gulped down the water greedily. It was fresh and clean— much better than the water they had in Zaun. 

She pulled the glass away from her lips with a gasp. She hadn't realized how parched she was. 

“More?” Caine asked with a soft smile on his features. Vi felt a stutter in her heart. 

Caine had taken his hair out of the neat ponytail he had worn for their wedding. His hair was longer than Vi realized— it reached about his mid back and fell around his shoulder like an ink spill of dark blue. 

He's prettier than half the girls I've fucked. Vi thought. 

She briefly smiled back at him and nodded. 

He leaned in and waved his hand over the glass. It filled back up with more clear water. Vi was so startled by the gesture and magic that she dropped the glass. It shattered as it hit her leg. Blood ran down it in rivulets. 

“Fuck!” She cursed loudly and fell backwards on the bed. 

“Violet!” Caine sputtered. He knelt at her feet to look at her leg. She watched as he reached up and started to make a motion of magic again. 

“No!” Vi cried out and jerked her bloody leg under her— not caring if she got blood on the sheets or her dress. 

Caine made a startled noise and looked up at her in clear shock. 

“The wounds are superficial. I can heal them quickly-” he started. Vi noticed that he made no movement to get closer to her, but that he did not move away either. 

Vi shook her head and met his eye. 

“No magic. Don't- don't use it on me at least. The water- the water just startled me,” Vi stated. She tried to keep the bitterness out of her voice. She didn't want to be afraid of magic. 

But she was. 

The war she fought would make anyone scared of magic being used on them. 

Caine put his hands up in a mollifying motion and muttered alright before straightening up and stepping back— making a line towards the other side of the room. 

As he busied himself with something in his dresser, Vi untucked her leg and hissed. She lifted it to her face and held it up by her knee. There didn't seem to be any glass stuck, but there was a good amount of blood. 

“Might I help in cleaning the wound at least?” Caine asked and held up some medicinal alcohol and rags. Vi could take care of the wound herself, but the man was nothing if not persistent. It would be easier if he did it. 

Anything to put off the bedding a bit longer. 

He knelt before her once again. Vi noticed he had removed his gloves entirely. She also did not fail to notice the slight calluses on his hands as he grasped her leg. Vi assisted him by holding her dress up. 

Caine was gentle as he washed the blood away from her skin with an alcohol soaked rag. He murmured a soft apology when Vi hissed from the sting of the alcohol. 

He was quite gentle in all that he did really. Vi did not hate the feeling of his hands on her. And the thought discomforted her. 

“I'm no virgin, but I've never been with a man,” she found herself blurting out before she could stop herself. She wasn't sure why she felt the urge to say that. 

Caine looked up at her in clear surprise. Vi could see a blush spread across his fair cheeks. 

“Oh. I've- I've never been with a woman. Or- or a man,” he said— voice cracking slightly on the word “man”. 

It was Vi's turn to be surprised. 

“You're a virgin? A prince like you?” She asked as he wrapped her leg in a simple cloth bandage. He nodded his head and kept his eyes on her leg. 

“I wouldn't lie about such a thing. I imagine it would be quite clear once we started anyways,” he said as he finished bandaging her and sat on the bed. 

They both looked at the ground in silence.

“Violet, I'm-” 

“Vi,” she corrected firmly. 

Caine glanced up at her and tilted his head as if to mull the name over. 

“Vi…it suits you,” he remarked with a soft grin. Vi could see the slight gap in his front teeth. It was rather cute. 

“Vi,” he started again. “I am…definitely inexperienced. Even if my brother took me to a brothel to try and show me how to- how to please a woman,” Caine said with a soft sigh. 

Vi chuckled at the picture of Caine in his fine tunic somewhere like Babette's . 

“While I don't- I don't want this to be unpleasant for you, I could just. Empty myself into you and be done with it much faster if that would be preferable.” He said, meeting her eyes and giving her a soft look in the process. 

Vi just stared at him for a beat. She had been terrified of any prolonged touch from him earlier, but part of her was curious how his head would look between her thighs. 

“I think I would like to see what you learned.” Vi claimed slowly before she sat up and turned so he could help get her dress off. 

She felt the back of his hands brush her neck softly as he pulled her dress from her body. As they worked together to rid her of it, Vi felt like she could breathe again. 

She really hated wearing dresses. It felt…unnatural. 

As the dress hit the floor, Vi was left in her smallclothes. Caine still wore his full tunic. Vi liked it better that way. She had no desire to see his bare, hairy chest. 

But she did want him to bare himself somewhat to her. 

“Could you- could you remove your eyepatch?” Vi asked, suddenly feeling shy. She watched as he brought up a hand to touch it. 

“I can, but I have been told the eye is- unseemly.” Caine said with a slight shudder to his words. 

Vi just stared at him blankly, thinking of all of her own scars and tattoos she was covered in. He met her eyes and she pointedly rolled them. 

He huffed a bit and then reached up to pull off the patch. 

His eye was still there, but it was greyed and milky. A thin, but definite scar split the eye diagonally. The cut was precise— it was contained almost solely to his eye and eye socket. 

Vi doubted it was a war wound as she had thought. This looked too exacting to be anything but deliberate and intentional. 

Without thinking, Vi reached up and touched the edge of it. 

“Ugly thing. Isn't it?” Caine murmured under his breath. 

Vi shook her head. 

“It makes you look rugged. You needed some imperfections on that pretty face,” she teased as she ghosted her hand in a pinch over his cheek. 

He gave her a shy smile. 

Vi sucked in a sharp breath as she remembered what they were supposed to be doing. She made a motion with her hands as if to say shall we? 

They moved in silence together to the end of the bed— Vi hung her legs off the front and Caine knelt on the rug on the floor. 

He slowly began to peel the loose underthings down Vi's legs. He kept glancing up at her for her approval and she would nod her ascension. 

Vi bit her lip as she was fully bared before him. She wasn't really wet, but she found that her heart was indeed racing in excitement. Particularly as he leaned his head in and a hot breath hit her cunt. 

Caine's long dark hair and lithe features were more prominent at this angle.

As though he really is a woman. Vi thought to herself. 

Her hips jolted slightly at the first probing touch of his tongue on her center. She could indeed tell immediately he had never done this before. She scrunched her face a bit as he licked gently around her opening in a V motion. The feeling was pleasant enough, but quite clumsy. 

Vi sucked in a quick surprised breath when the Prince suddenly let out a soft moan and grasped her hip with one hand. 

Oh he's- he's enjoying this more than me. Vi thought as she laughed to herself. If he was enjoying it so much, he would definitely be willing to learn how to do it better. 

She reached down and fisted her hand in his dark blue hair and pulled gently, hoping he would get the message to pull back a bit. 

Vi felt a swoop low in her stomach when she saw his face shining with her slick. His lips, chin, and even neck glinted in the moonlight. And his eye was almost glassy with pleasure. He clearly genuinely relished eating her out. She swallowed nervously and opened her mouth to speak.

“What you're doing feels nice, but-” she reached down and spread her cunt out slightly with her left hand so he could see everything better. 

“Give me your hand,” she murmured softly. Caine put his right hand into hers. They both fumbled slightly as Vi guided him to her clit. She moaned and sucked in a loud breath as they found the hardened nub together.

“ Fuck. Yes, it's-” she threw her head back in pleasure as he prodded her clit with his index finger. He did a few simple motions almost like he was scratching an itch, but softer. The feeling had Vi moaning and gasping.

Before Vi could say anything more, he leaned his face back in and put his firm tongue right on her clit. The feeling took her by such surprise that her hips bucked and thrusted. He wrapped his arms around her hips— one hand rested behind her butt to pull her closer and the other rested on her stomach to keep her more still. 

In the back of her mind, Vi noted that she was probably physically stronger than Caine, but the pressure he put on her was enough to help keep her in the proper position at least. 

She felt moans and sighs pour from her mouth near constantly as Caine ate at her throbbing wetness like a man dying of thirst. She reached up and put a hand over her mouth to abate the worst of them— mostly out of embarrassment more than anything. 

She never would have even begun to consider that she could find pleasure under a man's touch. 

Vi could feel herself careening towards the precipice and she opened her mouth to gasp out “I'm- fuck- I'm so close-” to her husband. At her words, Caine tilted his head up and Vi met his eye. 

The half-lidded pleasure in his gaze made her put both hands to her head and arch her back in rapture. She opened her mouth in a soundless cry for a brief second before catching her breath— the action caused her to grunt softly. 

As she took heaving breaths to center herself, her husband crawled up the bed and met her in a wet and bruising kiss. She whined at the taste of herself on his tongue. She struck suddenly with the need to mark him. 

Vi reached behind to the nape of his neck and pulled gently on the hairs there. She pulled away to kiss his neck— Caine chased her lips as she did so, but relented to tilt his head back as her mouth met his pulse point on his throat. Caine gasped at her touch, and his breaths turned loud and heavy. Vi closed her eyes and pretended for just a moment that he was a woman. 

It wasn't hard. His sighs were high and girlish, and his neck was smoothed and bare. Vi sucked into the fair skin until she knew it would purple with a bruise.

The moment was broken when Vi felt his hardness throb against her thigh. She pulled away from him with a surprised gasp. She had half expected at this point that he would have a cunt between his legs rather than a cock. 

Sure enough though, she could see a bulge in his trousers that pulsed and throbbed. Her jaw fell open with a soft click as she realized a part of her did want him inside her. 

“I've not hardly touched you-” Vi muttered to him. She wasn't really sure what caused men to get hard quicker or more slowly, but she had assumed she would have to stroke him to his full length as the girls had discussed doing at Babette's. 

He gave her a shy grin. 

“The way you tasted and- and the sounds you made were quite-” he tucked his chin into his shoulder just slightly. “ Stimulating ,” he whispered. His voice was light and delicate. 

Vi felt herself blush a bit.

“Can I- that is-” Caine asked and motioned to his pants. Vi nodded and swallowed reflexively as a wave of discomfort washed over her. 

The part of her that was still simply…opposed to all of this on general principle had absolutely no desire for him to touch her— much less be inside her. 

But she knew that they would both suffer the consequences if the Queen thought for even a second that the marriage had not been consummated. 

He pushed his pants down below his thighs. Vi watched anxiously as his length wobbled when the fabric slid along it. 

His member was not overly large by any means. It looked to match his stature and height as one could expect. Caine leaned back so he could guide it inside of her. 

Rather than pushing himself into her immediately, he first slid through her slickness almost teasingly. The tip of his cock brushed against her clit and they both gasped. 

“Please tell me if this hurts,” he said in a low voice. He slowly worked his way inside of her— taking his time to let Vi adjust to the size. 

Vi could tell it felt better for Caine than he realized it would, because his eyes widened almost comically. She felt his manhood throb and jump deep inside her. A groan from him turned into a long whooshing breath and he dropped his forehead into the crook of her neck. 

“Fuck,” he whined softly. 

From what Vi knew of men, she had assumed Caine would immediately start thrusting until he reached his peak— but he simply remained inside her and didn't move his hips at all. 

It felt….nice to have him at her mercy like this. And she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy hearing his soft cries and heavy breaths of pleasure. 

“Vi- Violet- can I- would it be- I would like to move-” he stammered. As he spoke, his hips jolted brokenly and Vi could tell it was unintentional. 

She reached up and ran a soothing hand over his still clothed back. She made a conscious effort to not place her hands under his shirt. 

“Go ahead Caine. It's alright,” she murmured sweetly. 

He gasped out a breath that sounded close to a sob before thrusting clumsily. 

His inexperience was clear, but he did have her pleasure in his mind as well— he reached down with his right hand (the one with the soul mark on it) and pressed his thumb against her clit. 

Vi moaned and tossed her head to the side in pleasure, and felt Caine follow suit to kiss her neck. 

It felt wonderful to have him filling her and toying with her clit at the same time. 

He made a garbled sound that Vi took to mean he was close. He reached up and grabbed Vi's hand and placed it on her own clit before grasping her butt to lift her hips in the air. The angle drove him in deeper. 

The motion made him stop his frantic movements and throw his head back. Vi could feel him climaxing inside her. He barely moved as he spilled inside her— just barely rocking his hips to extend his orgasm. 

Vi felt a small orgasm rock through her as well as he finally finished completely. 

He bit out one final gasp before pulling out of her and flipping over onto his back beside her. He had his arm placed over his eyes as he attempted to catch his breath. 

Vi felt a burn in the pit of her stomach with the desire to kiss him, but she bit her lip and turned her head to look away from him. 

It bothered her a great deal that she had lain with a man and enjoyed it.

After a few minutes of silence, she thought he had fallen asleep until she felt him shift off the bed. She turned to watch him pull his pants back up. He walked over to what looked like his desk and started rustling around in it. 

“What are you doing?” She asked sleepily. 

He turned back around to face her and she saw that he had two vials in his hand. He looked at them and then looked back up at her as he walked closer. 

“I need you to know, my mother would kill us both if she knew what I was about to give you. Do you understand?” He asked, voice low and deliberate. 

Vi watched him with wide eyes and nodded haltingly. 

He sat on the end of the bed and handed her a vial. It swirled with pink and purple magic. Vi quashed the urge to crush it in her hand or dispose of it in some way.

“I know you greatly mislike all magicks Vi, but if you drink that potion, it will render you barren. Temporarily that is,” he muttered. 

Caine held up the second vial. It swirled with soft blues and golds.

“Drink this potion and it will reverse the effects of the first,” he claimed and then handed her the vial. Vi looked at them both blankly. 

“You're- you don't want children?” She asked, embarrassed by the way her voice cracked slightly. 

Caine shook his head. 

“This isn't about me. I want it to be your choice. Please Vi. I know you won't have much agency as my wife. But I can give you this.” 

Vi watched him carefully— studying his face to look for any signs of deceit. 

She saw none. 

With a shuddery breath, she uncorked the first vial and swallowed the whole thing in one swift motion. 

Caine gave her a soft, sad smile and nodded in approval. 

Vi felt some of her fear dissipate. 

Maybe- 

Maybe being married to Caine Kiramman won't be as horrible as she thought. 

the early days

Caitlyn Kiramman had not always chosen the right thing to do in every step of her life. She tried too openly to rebel against her Noxian mother. She committed horrible acts against the people of Zaun during the war. 

But she was determined to not ruin Violet Vanderson's life in their marriage. 

The first week after the wedding, she gave Vi space to get used to her new living situation. It wouldn't do well for either of them for Caitlyn to be hovering over her all the time. 

They broke their fast and supped together, but otherwise, Caitlyn let her have some alone time in their shared chambers.

But Vi seemed just miserable.

The third night, Caitlyn had been woken up by Vi crying softly into her pillow. When she had reached over to try and comfort her wife, she was swiftly rebuffed. 

Caitlyn felt a lump in her throat at seeing the other woman in such distress, but what could she do if Vi did not want her attention? 

Each night since then, Vi had cried— sobbed really in the dead of night when she thought Caitlyn was asleep. And while it disturbed Caitlyn greatly, she had no idea what to do about it. 

She decided to seek out advice from her closest friends.

It was mid-day, and she sat wistfully in Jayce's workshop. Jayce and Viktor tinkered away with some new gadget or other, and her sister Mel watched them. 

Caitlyn was close to her sister— even if Mel was a bastard and the product of an affair. Her mother Cassandra had discouraged Caitlyn from forming a relationship with Mel, but Ambessa seemed to be happy with it. 

She was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of Jayce's voice. 

“Have you tried, I don't know, talking to her about it?” he asked a bit breathlessly as he pulled his tongs from the hot oven. 

Caitlyn rolled her eyes. 

“Yes, I'm sure that would go over quite well Jayce. ‘Hello wife, I have noticed you bawling incoherently every night and I know I am part of the cause! Let's discuss it!’” she snarked before resting her chin on her hand.

“Well,” Mel started. “What do you talk about with her, Cait? Let's start there.” 

Caitlyn turned to face her sister. 

“I- not much. She asks me often about what I plan on doing during the day during breakfast and then what I did during supper,” she replied with a sigh. 

Caitlyn drummed her fingers on the table anxiously. 

“I tried asking her about her sister once, but she immediately shut the conversation down,” she muttered. 

“Ah, what does she do during the day, Caitlyn?” Viktor asked— his accent harsh around the t of her name. 

She leaned back and crossed her arms. 

“I suppose she stays in our chambers. Mother Ambessa has insisted she remains under guard at all times,” she remarked wistfully. 

“Caitlyn. By the Gods.” Mel said in clear disbelief. 

Caitlyn looked over and watched her sister put a hand to her forehead and rub it like she had a headache. 

“Tell me you aren't abandoning that poor girl all day and expecting her to be okay with it,” Mel asked. 

Caitlyn felt a blush creep over her face. 

“Oh.” She whispered, immediately embarrassed by missing something so obvious.

“Yes, ‘Oh,’” Mel hissed. 

“For the love of- she can walk around the castle or even spend time here still under guard!” Mel chastised, voice raising as she continued speaking. 

Caitlyn stepped out of her chair and backed up towards the door. 

“I'll just, lunch is soon anyways so-” she stammered and pointed with her thumbs. 

Jayce gave her a grin and a thumbs up. 

She walked back to her chambers hurriedly. As she opened the door, she was greeted with the image of Vi punching the air and ducking— as though she was fighting an imaginary enemy. 

When she noticed Caitlyn enter the room, Vi gasped softly and dropped her hands. 

“Caine! Is something wrong? You don't usually come back at this time,” she remarked. 

Caitlyn swallowed down her embarrassment. How did I not see this sooner? Her whole face lit up in relief when she saw me. 

“Yes I- there is something I should like to discuss with you,” Caitlyn said slowly. She cleared her throat to banish her nerves. 

“Vi, it has been- brought to my attention that you may be, well, rather lonely here,” she stated and took a step closer to her wife. 

Vi just stared at her blankly for a beat before her face morphed into an expression that Caitlyn could only describe as well no shit. 

Caitlyn winced as though she had been struck.

“An egregious oversight on my part. Please know how sorry I am that it did not occur to me sooner,” she bowed her head just slightly in apology. 

Her wife just shrugged. 

“Would you- would you like to take lunch with me and my peers?” Caitlyn asked without meeting Vi's eye. 

“Who would be there? Not your mother, right?” Vi asked in return. 

Caitlyn’s mouth quirked in a slight grin. 

“No, not either of my mothers. It would be my sister and her partner Jayce. And,” Caitlyn paused for a moment to consider how exactly to describe Viktor’s relationship to the group. 

“Jayce's…friend, Viktor.” she decided on with a slight grimace. 

It seemed wrong to just call Viktor Jayce’s friend, but she was genuinely unsure how much Jayce would want Vi to know. 

“Viktor?” Vi said in a questioning voice. “Viktor is a Zaunite name,” she claimed. 

She stood opposite Caitlyn with both hands on her hip. Caitlyn leaned up against her desk with one leg tucked behind the other, arms crossed over her chest. She could practically hear her mother hissing in her ear to stand in a more powerful and masculine way. 

“It is. And Viktor is from Zaun. He came here as a boy to study magic,” Caitlyn remarked with a wave of her hand. 

Vi's face scrunched up in anger for a flash before it was gone. 

“Figures.” She muttered under her breath. Caitlyn watched as she glanced around the room briefly. 

“I would definitely like to join you but- I don't think I have anything to wear,” Vi stated— voice much softer than usual. She sounded a bit embarrassed. Caitlyn grimaced as she was once again reminded of her failings as a….husband. 

Especially considering how easy of a fix this was. 

“What style do you usually prefer to dress in?” She asked her wife— taking in her current garb of simple black and red Noxian lounge wear. She felt a thrum of arousal burn through her as her eye ran over Vi's strong shoulders and arms. 

“I don't know. Pants?” Vi said with a gesture to her legs. 

“I grew up wearing rags as a kid and then combat gear as an adult. I don't know much about style,” she claimed with a slight flush to her face. 

Caitlyn gave her a soft smile and walked closer to her. She needed to gauge her size a bit better. A flash of a memory shot through her mind as she remembered how it felt to wrap her hands around Vi's strong thighs. She hoped her wife did not notice her blush. 

“Uh, what are you doing?” Vi asked as Caitlyn walked behind her. 

“Just one moment,” Caitlyn replied gently. 

An outfit formed in her mind for her and Caitlyn walked back in front of Vi. 

“Alright, here,” Caitlyn said and then flourished her hands in a long familiar gesture. She pulled from the royal Source and conjured an undershirt, tunic, pants, and boots for Vi. 

Vi jumped backwards visibly and put her arms up in a clearly defensive manner. Caitlyn apologized softly before holding the clothes out for Vi to take. 

“Forgive me, I had forgotten your dislike of magicks. I'll warn you next time,” she said as Vi took the garments from her. 

Vi gave them a once over and nodded in approval before giving Caitlyn a pointed look. Her gaze made Caitlyn blush for a second. 

“Do you mind-” Vi asked with a tilt of her head towards the door. 

“Oh!” Caitlyn exclaimed softly and turned around. 

“I'll- I'll step outside here. Just come out when you're ready,” she stated and heard Vi make a soft noise of understanding. 

Caitlyn stepped outside the door. Her gaze was pulled to the four guards standing outside of it. She turned her eyes to the floor in anger. Her mother was trying to do everything possible to make sure her wife felt completely unwelcome here. 

After a few minutes, the heavy wooden doors creaked open. Her wife stepped out in the outfit she had prepared for her— a long white shirt with a dark red leather vest, black and tan leather pants, and dark brown boots. The vest buckled in the front and was coupled with a large belt that rested on her hips. 

She looked quite dashing. Caitlyn felt yet another blush spread over her cheeks. She tugged nervously on her own outfit— a casual men's military tunic of Piltover-Noxus that shared the black and red scheme her wife wore.

Caitlyn cleared her throat (and her thoughts) and held out her arm for Vi to take. 

“Can't believe how well this fits me,” Vi muttered as she took Caitlyn's proffered arm. Part of Caitlyn was thrilled at the feeling of Vi pressed so close to her as they began to walk together towards the tea gardens she and Mel ate at.

She bit her lip. The women of The Black Rose had warned her teasingly that once she lost her virginity, she may become insatiable— many men did. She had brushed them off at the time, but now that she had lain with just one attractive woman….her mind was constantly on the precipice of being reminded of that night. 

“You wear it well. It's colloquially called “Manticore Armor” by some, but quite honestly it is just casual wear for-” Caitlyn cut herself off as she realized with a startle what she had done. 

“For what?” Vi asked with a squeeze to her arm. 

“It's- it did not occur to me until now. But the outfit is typically worn by men and not women. It was simply the first thing that came to mind when considering what you would look good in.” Caitlyn said in a soft tone. 

Vi just laughed softly and gave her a toothy grin. Caitlyn’s stomach fluttered. 

“You Pilties are so wound up about gender norms. Clothes aren't restricted to one gender or the other!” Vi claimed, her voice ending on a laugh. 

Caitlyn smiled awkwardly and forced herself to laugh with her wife. 

If only she knew how much Caitlyn truly lacked rigidity of gender.

After a few minutes of walking— with Vi looking around the castle in awe the entire time, they reached the tea gardens together. 

Mel brightened visibly whenever she saw Caitlyn and she rewarded the couple with a winning, toothy smile. 

“Brother! And his darling wife! Please, please come join us!” Mel claimed loudly. 

Caitlyn wondered for a moment why she had essentially yelled out to them, before it occurred to her that many Pilt-Noxian nobles sat around them. Mel was always cautious of the optics around politics, and likely wanted to show the others that she approved of Vi.

Mel walked to them and took Vi's arm with a slow caress as she pulled them both towards the table. 

“My, Caine was not exaggerating. You are quite-” Caitlyn's sister said with a gentle tug on Vi's vest. 

Caitlyn noticed that Vi bristled a bit at the touch— Mel surely did as well, but ignored it. 

“ handsome… isn't she, Jayce?” Mel crooned sweetly. Caitlyn stood behind Vi and pulled out a chair for her to sit down. 

Caitlyn looked over to see Jayce with a mouth full of a sandwich of some kind. He choked a bit as Mel addressed him and swallowed whatever was in his mouth. 

“Handsome! Yes. Yes she is. You are- I mean-” he stammered as his eyes danced between Caitlyn, Mel, and Vi. They all sat at the table before them— Vi immediately reached for a piece of cake.

“I was sorry to have missed your wedding, Lady Violet. I heard Caine made quite the spectacle of the soul bond,” Mel said to Vi, fingering the rim of her wineglass slowly before taking a sip. 

Vi swallowed and then cleared her throat pointedly, and Caitlyn saw her clench her fist briefly on her thigh. 

“Yes, though I did not know what it was at the time,” she replied, a bit rough in her tone. The last of her words were directed at Caitlyn. 

“Oh, but a soul bond is for the best, Lady Violet. It will protect you even if Caine is not around to do so. No one in Piltover-Noxus would dare touch you while bonded like that,” Viktor stated, making his presence known seated behind Jayce. 

Caitlyn watched Vi’s face as Viktor spoke. The scar on her palm throbbed as her wife's jaw twitched with anger. 

“And- and yet I still had no choice in the matter,” Vi muttered under her breath. Her scarred hands gripped the tablecloth— Caitlyn thought for a moment she might tear it in half. 

Mel shot her a concerned look. 

The soft whoosh of a sound dampening spell echoed softly, interrupting the awkward silence that had filled the air. 

Vi noticeably jumped and cursed loudly in a Zaunite dialect that Caitlyn didn't understand. Viktor chuckled softly. 

“It's just for privacy, Lady Violet. Typical for these tables. It makes sure that no wandering birds hear what we discuss,” Viktor stated softly— walking from behind Jayce to sit between Mel and Vi. 

Vi looked at him warily, but Caitlyn could see her shoulders relax. 

“Have many secrets to share, Lord- Viktor I presume?” Vi asked tentatively. 

Viktor and Jayce shared a laugh. 

“I'm hardly a lord, Lady Violet. Please call me Viktor.” he replied with a soft thock of his cane. 

Vi gave him a wry grin in return. Caitlyn felt warmth pool in her stomach at the sight. 

“Then call me Vi. Please. The “lady” title coupled with my full name makes me nauseated,” Vi stated, clearly addressing all three at the table. 

The table shared a laugh. 

Caitlyn smiled at her wife softly. She hoped that perhaps one day Vi would feel completely comfortable with her and her friends. 

And that maybe Caitlyn could feel comfortable enough to truly share herself with her. 

The conversation continued easily from there. Vi did not speak much, but she seemed content with simply being around any other people. 

“Vi, might I ask what it is you do for leisure?” Mel asked as the conversation entered a natural lull. 

Caitlyn looked over to her and mouthed a silent thank you. 

Vi gave a hum of ponderance before speaking. 

“Honestly, I'm not sure. I've been a soldier since I was a kid. Not much time to think about fun when you're worried about eating,” Vi replied with a humorless chuckle. 

Caitlyn bit her tongue to stop from letting out a gasp. 

“I did always enjoy sparring though. And running,” Vi admitted with a glance to Caitlyn. A strange look came across Vi’s face as she looked at Caitlyn. 

“Though, this last week I have discovered a fondness for Piltovian mythology books,” she said with a knowing smirk. 

Caitlyn felt a blush spill over her cheeks and neck at the light barb. 

“Oh, hey yeah Cait- Caine loves those!” Jayce offered. Caitlyn shot him a glare and took a bit of pleasure watching him shrink down in his seat. 

Mel and Viktor had been sharing a quiet whisper after Vi had mentioned sparring. Caitlyn eyed them with a questioning eyebrow. 

“Vi, perhaps you would like to visit our training grounds sometime?” Mel asked lightly. 

Vi shrugged and gave a half-hearted “ Sure,” before indelicately wolfing down a sandwich. 

Caitlyn shared a troubled look with her sister. 

“You don't sound too enthused about the matter, Vi…if I may say so,” Caitlyn remarked haltingly. 

Vi gave a look to Caitlyn that one could only describe as withering. 

“You really think your mother,” Vi said the word like it was poison on her lips. “Would let me within five feet of a weapon?” 

Caitlyn shrank back, but Mel responded with a dry laugh. 

“What? Is that funny?” Vi asked in a hesitant voice. 

Mel gave her a crooked grin.

“Vi, my mother would not care if you tried to do anything. She would love it, in fact. She's looking for an opportunity to kill you. Trying to get free would be suicide,” Mel said. Her tone was light, and unmocking— not cruel in in the slightest. What she had said was simply the truth. 

Caitlyn took special care to notice that Vi seemed to be glad of the honesty. 

“Oh. Well, I suppose that makes sense. The guards are still a pain in my ass though,” she said and downed the rest of her drink. 

Caitlyn drummed her fingers anxiously at the remark.

“Don't worry, they won't stay on top of you forever,” Jayce added with a wave of his hand. 

Vi and Caitlyn both flicked their eyes over to him. 

“He's right,” Viktor claimed with a tilt of his cane. “Queen Ambessa certainly won't forget to keep you guarded, but she's always on some warpath or other. You will fall down the priority list sooner or later,” provided you behave was left unstated. 

A momentary silence fell over the group as Viktor finished speaking. 

It was broken by a guard tapping on the sound dampener. 

“Prince Caine?” came a barely audible voice through the spell. Caitlyn could see that she was essentially yelling for her. 

Caitlyn turned to Vi. 

“When you're finished eating, why not allow my sister to give you a tour of the castle?” Caitlyn asked, trying to keep her tone in a suggestion and not an order. 

Vi met her eye. Caitlyn fought the urge to shudder under her gaze. 

“I think I will, yes. Thank you for lunch, hus- husband,” Vi replied. Caitlyn was caught off guard by the stutter. 

Feeling emboldened by an unknown urge, Caitlyn leaned down and gave a quick kiss to Vi's forehead. Her wife let out a soft oh that Caitlyn imagined only she could hear. 

She pulled back, and walked through the spell. She winced as a cacophony of voices caught up to her. 

The guard who has called for her was one of her Mom's personal security— she wore a blue and gold crest on her shoulder to denote her allegiance specifically to House Kiramman and not to Piltover-Noxus as a whole. 

“Your mother would like to speak with you,” she relayed. Caitlyn nodded before shooting one last look at her wife. 

Viktor, Jayce, and Mel were all visibly laughing at a joke Vi had clearly just told. Caitlyn found she enjoyed the satisfied smirk on Vi's face. 

She turned back around and followed the guard to her mom’s chambers— doubtless to receive another lecture on propriety.

sparring

Days, weeks, and then suddenly, a whole month had passed since Caitlyn had married Vi. 

The days were…interesting to say the least. It was very clear to anyone paying attention at all that nearly all the nobles and highborn people of court looked upon Vi as lesser. 

Some looked at her as a war prize— a thing that was conquered. These were the ones who tried to get Caitlyn to share a lascivious smile with them; as though they were both in on some grand secret that only they and their prince knew. 

Others looked at Caitlyn with pity when they talked about Vi or saw them walking arm and arm together. What a waste , they whispered behind their backs. Prince Caine is so handsome and comely, yet he must have children with a Zaunite. 

It was as though no one other than Caitlyn and her friends saw Vi as simply a human being. 

No one, except the soldiers she trained with during many of her days. 

Caitlyn was thrilled by this revelation. She would often see Vi grinning or laughing while racing her guards— throwing herself in the air to leap over any obstacle they tried to place in her way. 

Vi was strong, and talented to boot. Though she was a bit clumsy with sword or lance, she excelled more than any Caitlyn had ever seen when it came to hand to hand combat. 

It was this that brought Caitlyn to the training grounds on this day. She watched as Vi landed a punch on a guard (who was three times her size) that sent him in the air and then careening to the ground. 

Loris, the guard in question, gave a hearty laugh as he sat up and put a hand on his jaw. 

“Sakes alive, Hound, you've got some uppercut on you,” his gruff voice echoed in the training room. Caitlyn noticed that some other guards and soldiers looked on appreciatively. 

Loris’s eyes flicked up to Caitlyn, and he immediately shot to his feet and stood at attention.

“My Prince! Forgive my lack of decorum,” he practically shouted. The others, minus Vi, all straightened as well. 

Caitlyn laughed, careful not to let her delicate feminine laugh slip through. 

“It's quite alright Captain Loris. I'm just here to watch my wife. I have heard many a whisper of her prowess,” Caitlyn said, meeting Vi's eye as she spoke. 

Vi was watching her with a curious gaze. As their eyes met, Caitlyn felt her eye trace over her wife's appearance. She wore only a band of fabric to keep her breasts bound, alongside leather armor pants and boots. The look was topped off with wraps around her hands that extended up her forearm.

Vi's muscled shoulders and arms bulged almost dramatically as she flexed and stretched. Caitlyn watched as she rolled her neck and hands to release some tension. She was truly a vision.

Caitlyn felt her cock twitch embarrassingly in arousal as she realized how very attractive her wife looked in this moment. 

Apparently it showed in her gaze, because Vi's eyes widened briefly before she blushed and looked away from Caitlyn. 

Caitlyn decided to break the tension by asking “Perhaps we could spar one another, Vi?” with a tilted grin. She heard restrained gasps echo through their small audience. 

Vi shot her the most genuine smile she had seen cross her face. 

“Why not?” She replied with a soft shrug. Caitlyn gave another grin.

She removed her belt and bracers, but kept her gloves on- they were the same she typically used for archery. She knew compared to Vi she looked overdressed, but she never bared her chest to anyone except occasionally her sister for medical purposes. 

Caitlyn stepped in the middle of the circle of soldiers and shook her hands out in preparation. Vi gave her an arrogant smirk in return and waggled her fingers to goad Caitlyn into throwing the first punch. 

The motion was more attractive than Vi had probably intended it to be, and Caitlyn found herself throwing a punch before Vi had even dropped her hands. It struck true- wrenching Vi’s head to the side. Her wife let out a loud oof and Caitlyn saw her spit a small amount of blood from her mouth. 

She turned around and looked at Caitlyn in shock. Caitlyn just shrugged her hands as if to say you asked for it. 

A sinful grin crossed Vi’s face. She lunged forward and drove her knuckles into Caitlyn’s stomach. She was faster than she looked. 

Caitlyn stumbled and returned her smile. 

The small crowd cheered them on.

Back and forth they traded blows, never quite gaining the upper hand over the other- that is until Caitlyn saw her opening. With three quick jabs to Vi’s stomach, chest, then face, she unbalanced her wife before grabbing her arm and flipping her over her back to slam Vi into the ground. 

Dust billowed around them as Vi’s back slammed on the ground. Caitlyn hovered above her with a hand on her shoulder to keep her there for a moment. She thought for the barest second she had gone too far, but one look at Vi’s excitement proved otherwise. 

“He’s got moves,” she remarked low enough that only Caitlyn could hear. 

She watched as a brief expression of arousal flashed over Vi's face, but her wife immediately schooled her features back to neutral. Caitlyn swallowed and backed away- though not before putting out her hand to help Vi up to her feet. 

The soldiers all cheered for their prince’s victory, but Caitlyn only had eyes for her wife and the sweat dripping down the other woman’s neck.

questions

Vi had been spending a lot of time with Mel lately— not that Caitlyn minded her wife spending time with her sister, but she could not help but notice it and subsequently point it out at dinner one night. 

Vi's grey blue eyes flicked to up to Caitlyn's face. “Is there- should I not be?” she asked hesitantly. 

Caitlyn felt her face drop for a moment. Vi was still scared of upsetting the delicate peace of their relationship. 

“No! I mean, Yes! Well, that is to say-” Caitlyn stammered and glanced at the floor in embarrassment. Vi looked at her with wide and confused eyes. 

“It's not a problem at all. I'm glad you have been spending time with my sister. You have a lot in common,” she said before taking a sip of her drink. 

Vi took a large bite of fish and leaned back in her chair in a rather unladylike manner (a motion that made arousal simmer in Caitlyn's stomach). 

“I mean- I don't think we do personally, but she's a good conversation partner,” her wife said with a slight blush. 

Caitlyn gave her a quick grin. “Not so much in hobbies, I should think- I meant more so that you value similar things in people,” she said. Vi looked up at her and raised her eyebrows briefly. 

“From what I have noticed from you, Vi.” Caitlyn added quickly before swallowing another mouthful of wine. She grimaced slightly. It was dry Noxian wine rather than the sweet, light wines that Piltover produced— not her favorite. 

“I'm- your words remind me of something Mel had suggested,” Vi muttered while looking at the floor. 

Caitlyn set her wineglass down. “Oh?” she asked, keeping her tone light, teasing slightly. 

She watched as Vi shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. 

“We've been married for two months. Even after taking many meals together, I find I don't know much about you. I want to change that, if possible,” Vi said. Caitlyn blinked in surprise. 

“Oh! I- yes. I would like to know more about you in turn. What was it that Mel suggested?” She asked plainly. 

Vi scooted her chair closer.

“Simple yes or no questions and/or one word answers. While um-” her wife cut herself off with a slight flush— more flustered than truly embarrassed from what it seemed. 

“Whilst we clasp soul marks I'm sure,” Caitlyn finished for her, well aware of how her sister's mind worked. 

Vi's jaw fell open with a soft click and she sputtered a bit incoherently before setting on, “She didn't specify why, but you seem to know-?” 

Caitlyn gave her a soft smile. 

“If our marks touch, we cannot lie. We can refuse to answer a question, but the answer must be the truth— or the other will know it is untrue,” 

Caitlyn held out her hand. 

“Here, let me show you,” she murmured and gestured for Vi's hand. 

Slowly, Vi raised her hand and slid it into Caitlyn's. Caught off guard at the feeling of Vi's calloused, strong hand in her more delicate one, Caitlyn just stared at their clasped hands for a beat. 

Vi cleared her throat. 

“Are you going to show me or-” she said, voice pitched low with fluster. 

Caitlyn gave a soft oh and cleared her own throat. 

“My mother's name is Catherine,” she stated confidently. 

Vi's eyes widened and she jerked her hand away— cursing lightly in what Caitlyn was well aware of by now to be Zaunite. 

“That's- an interesting feeling to say the least,” she said as she rubbed her hand. 

Caitlyn held out her own again. “I'd like to feel your lie as well…for a baseline,” she asked gently. For a pregnant pause, Vi watched her hand. After what felt like an eternity, she placed her own in it. 

“I have an older sister named Sarah.” Vi stated with only a slight stammer to denote a lie. But reading into her body language and words was not needed. Caitlyn felt warmth creep up the back of her neck and spine and could feel in her mind that what Vi had said was patently untrue. 

In a reverse of Vi's reaction, Caitlyn gripped her hand tighter and pulled her a bit closer— both of them gasped softly at the action. Caitlyn muttered an apology. 

Silence fell between them and their clasped hands until she broke it. 

“May I go first?” She asked slowly, watching Vi's face for an adverse reaction. Vi nodded and shrugged her shoulders as if to say why not . 

“Alright, you don't have an older sister. I know you have a younger one. What is her name?” Caitlyn inquired. 

Vi chuckled softly. “Powder,” 

Caitlyn stared at her.

“Her name is-”

“Powder, yes. I know it's ridiculous by Piltie standards.” Vi said with a knowing smirk. 

“My turn now though.” she said. 

“What magic do you specialize in?” Vi asked. “Medicinal,” Caitlyn replied. Vi hummed her approval. 

Back and forth they asked one another questions for the next half hour or so. “What's your favorite color?” “Do you like chocolate?” “What was the name of your first horse?” “What’s your favorite animal?” 

They grilled one another on the most mundane of questions, but Caitlyn found that through Vi's responses and her own…she was genuinely having quite a lot of fun with discovering more about her wife.

“Alright, your turn to ask again Vi,” Caitlyn said as she giggled over Vi's answer of “I don't fucking know,” to “Do you prefer sweet or dry wine?” 

Vi chuckled too, but then her face grew more serious. 

“I really only have one more question that has been nagging me. And-” Vi met her eye, but then looked away. “You don't have to answer, but I want to ask.” 

Caitlyn felt a slight worry pool in her stomach, but she swallowed down her nerves. 

“Your eye,” Vi began. Caitlyn immediately stiffened. 

“The wound is…I can tell it was precise— very deliberate even. Not a clumsy scrape from the battlefield or an accident,” Vi remarked. 

Caitlyn tightened her grip on her wife's hand. Vi was rather intelligent and observant.

“My question is: who did it to you?” Vi queried gently. 

Caitlyn worried her tongue around in her mouth— genuinely debating on telling Vi anything. Vi caught onto her hesitance quickly. 

“You don't have to-” “It was my mother. Ambessa,” Caitlyn said quickly before she could lose confidence. 

She watched Vi's eyes widen imperceptibly before narrowing in what looked like anger.

“How old were you?” 

Two questions in a row, but Caitlyn didn't mind breaking their “rules.”

“13. It was a punishment for-” Caitlyn tilted her head, trying to decide how much to share. 

“I spoke out of turn. She punished me for my arrogance,” she murmured under her breath. She looked back up to see Vi's reaction. 

Vi, for her part, looked positively livid. 

“So she rendered you half blind? Aren't you her son?” Caitlyn pulled her hand away to simply state: 

“Yes,” 

They once again sat in silence. 

Caitlyn felt a wild urge come over her suddenly and she reached over to grab Vi's hand again. 

“I have a final question for you as well that you may feel free to not answer,” 

Vi, wide-eyed, nodded. 

“Did you enjoy having sex with me on our wedding night?” She asked breathlessly. 

Vi, without missing a beat or pulling away in the slightest, answered “Yes,” 

The air suddenly left the room. 

They stared at one another, and Caitlyn watched Vi's eyes turn lidded and dark.

“I didn't want to. I don't like men that way at all. But you, you're-” Vi started before Caitlyn pulled her forward and joined their lips in a bruising kiss.

She gasped into Vi's mouth before tilting her head to angle their kiss deeper. Just as she had been on their wedding night, Vi was vocal— moaning so wildly into Caitlyn's mouth that Caitlyn's head spun. 

They stood kissing one another breathless until Vi pulled away long enough to pull her shirt off. She was scarred and muscular. Caitlyn let out a whimper. Her pants felt unbearably tight. 

Vi cupped her jaw and pulled her in for another kiss. They pressed together and Caitlyn felt her cock press into Vi's hard stomach. She let out a plaintive whine that turned breathless as Vi turned her head to the side to kiss her neck. 

“Fu- shit- Vi- Violet-” she whimpered. Vi shushed her and put a hand around her waist to pull her in closer. 

Caitlyn had always had a small waist— even before she devised a potion to slowly flood her system with feminine hormones. The way Vi grabbed it now and pulled her around by it drove her wild. 

“Caine-” Vi moaned softly into her ear. She winced slightly, but quickly forgot her annoyance when the hand on her waist grabbed her cock. 

She bucked her hips into Vi's hand and grabbed her arm to stabilize herself. 

“Fuck, baby is this for me?” Vi crooned softly into her ear. Internally, Caitlyn's stomach fell in a swoop of burning arousal at the pet name, but Caitlyn nodded at Vi's question and cried out as Vi continued to caress her. 

“I'll never forget the way you put your mouth on me that night….can I return the favor?” Vi muttered softly. Caitlyn pulled back and gave her a wide, questioning look. 

“You- you want to-” she stammered and blushed down to her chest. 

“Yes, I want to suck your cock, lord husband,” Vi replied before slowly caressing her way down Caitlyn's body— pulling her pants down with the gesture. 

Caitlyn wore no smallclothes under her nighttime wear and so her wife had immediate access to her aching member. 

She watched as Vi ran her fingertips over the head lightly. Caitlyn leaned back on the table so that her knees didn't give out completely. 

“Shh, I've got you-” Vi muttered gently as she grasped Caitlyn's bare hip with her left hand. The touch of Vi's soul mark on her bare skin made her pleasure echo through Caitlyn's. She threw her head back and let out a broken gasp. 

Vi grasped her length more firmly and ran a finger through the pre-come that had pooled at the tip. “It's like you're wet for me,” she said, just barely loud enough for Caitlyn to hear her. 

Caitlyn had to bite her lip so that she didn't spill immediately into her wife's hand. 

Vi's hand nearly enveloped the entirety of Caitlyn's cock. Caitlyn could feel the callouses and scars on it as Vi moved it up and down slowly. 

She looked back down in time to watch Vi lave her tongue from the base of her cock to the tip. She gave a short cry that turned into a yelp as Vi took her into her mouth. 

Vi hadn't ever mentioned having been with a man, or anyone with a cock that is, but she seemed to know what she was doing all the same. 

Though, who was Caitlyn to say? She had never had someone suck her dick before, and she was so aroused that Vi could probably make her come by just looking at her in the right way. 

Vi suddenly moaned with Caitlyn deep in her mouth. Caitlyn felt the moan all the way up and down her body. It made her shudder with pleasure.

“Vi- Vi- I'm gonna- I don't wanna come in your-” she whimpered between heavy gasping breaths. 

Vi just looked up at her with a similar expression to when they sparred in friendly competition, before taking Caitlyn further into her throat.

Caitlyn felt her cock start to throb before she even realized she was climaxing. Vi held her in her mouth as she came, but she did turn her head to spit Caitlyn's come out after Caitlyn was done. 

Vi looked up at her a bit pathetically, and it made Caitlyn giggle. 

“I did warn you darling,” she said with a brush of Vi’s sweaty hair. 

Vi shrugged and stood up to lean on the table next to Caitlyn.

“I kind of liked the way it felt to have you throbbing in my mouth and throat. Even if your spunk tasted nasty,” 

Caitlyn looked at her blankly for a beat before pulling her back into another kiss. 

Vi laughed at her, but moaned at Caitlyn sucking her tongue all the same. 

trial 

It irritated Vi to no end how sexually compatible she and her husband were. Once they started that night Caine had asked if she liked it, they both became insatiable. 

She pinned her husband from behind in an empty corridor and reached into his pants— bringing him to a quick and sharp climax.

He would pulled her aside outside the stables and thrust inside her until she saw stars. 

One night, Vi would don a device from a local brothel that gave her a fake phallus and mount her husband from like they were dogs— arm around his hip to slide her hand up and down his cock.

(Vi had once put the phallus on when Caine was away, just to look at herself in the mirror. It gave her a strange thrill; one that wasn't even sexual— simply euphoric.) 

The only aspect of note in all their trysts was that Caine never, ever let Vi see or touch his bare chest. He claimed he had had an accident as a child that made him nervous when touched or seen there. Vi sense that it was a lie, but she didn't pry.

So caught up in sucking and fucking one another, they passed by six months of marriage without even realizing it. 

Which meant six months since Piltover-Noxus had declared victory over Zaun. 

Caine told her one early one evening that the anniversary of sorts meant that her mother would be putting a Zaun prisoner of war on trial— a further reminder of her dominance over Zaun.

“I didn't realize there were any prisoners still in your cells,” Vi replied once Caine had told her. 

Caine's bright blue eye turned dark and he looked away. 

“Just one that I know of. A turncloak. Her name is Grayson,” he remarked. 

The name was familiar to Vi. Grayson had been a Pilt-Noxian who had fed the Zaunites information and given them resources during the war. She had been a very vocal advocate for peace above all else. 

“Oh. My father assumed she was killed a long time ago. I'm surprised your royal mother has kept her alive,” Vi said and laid a hand on her husband's arm. 

“You seem troubled by it. Do you know her?” she asked her husband gently. He nodded. 

“Grayson was one of my mentors when I was a child. I-” Vi's eyes widened as she realized that Caine was on the verge of tears.

“To be honest, I wouldn't be the person I am today without her. My mother is only keeping her alive for me,” he whispered with a pouting toss of his head. 

Vi trailed her hand over his cheek— noting how he leaned into the caress with closed eyes. He rarely wore his eyepatch around Vi anymore. 

“Wish I could meet her. If she's that important to you,” she whispered, momentarily stunned at the intimacy of her confession. 

Caine’s eyes snapped open and he pulled away to look at her. 

“I- I think you can actually. I've talked to her twice since the war ended. She wanted to apologize to me and-” he turned his head away and gave a pretty blush. “She wanted to know about you,” he finished with a soft, crooked smile. 

Vi felt a flush spread over her own cheeks. She patted Caine's shoulder and said “Well, no time like the present,” with a tilt of her head towards the door. 

Caine nodded and grabbed his eye-patch from his bedside table. They walked out of their chambers arm in arm, catching the knight at their door off guard. 

She snapped to attention and gave a slight head bow towards Caine. Vi pretended not to notice Caine rolling his eye. 

They made their way to a part of the castle that Vi had never been in. It was quieter here, and there was less light given that there were less windows. 

They stopped in front of a heavy wooden door that had two huge Noxian guards standing in front of it. Caine made a gesture with his head and they began to step aside, eying Vi warily. 

Caine apparently noticed their gaze. “She's unarmed. I'll kill her myself if she does anything,” he said confidently. 

Vi felt a hum through her soul mark and mind; Caine was lying. Their dual marks had grown stronger in their function over time. They only needed to touch one another to notice lies and other strong emotions. 

But the guards seemed to take his words to heart as they both visibly relaxed. 

Vi and Caine stepped into the room together. It was threadbare and dusty. The only thing in the room was a pole that a tan, middle aged woman was chained to. 

Caine made a soft sound of distress. 

“Grayson-” he said softly. The woman looked up blearily at them both. Vi watched her silvery eyes flick up and widen as they took in Caine. 

“Young Kiramman,” she addressed Caine before coughing hoarsely. “I don't suppose you're here to finally let me go, are you?” Grayson asked with a gentle smile. 

Vi felt her eyes widen dramatically at the woman's voice. She had never heard anything like its rasp— or her accent for that matter. 

“Grayson, I'm- you know I cannot,” Caine stated. His voice wobbled a bit, He let go of his grasp on Vi and he knelt down beside Grayson to help her to her feet. 

Grayson thanked him softly, and her gaze drifted to Vi. Her eyes widened imperceptibly in recognition. 

“Cait- Prince Caine, is this your wife?” she husked. 

Caine shot a look towards Vi and reached out his hand for Vi to take. Vi slid her hand into Caine's, immediately relaxing under the touch of their soul marks together. 

“Yes, this is Vi. She wanted to meet you…before-” He cut himself off with a soft noise. 

Before she could stop herself, Vi reached up and swiped her thumb under his eye to wipe away the tear that had escaped. 

Grayson made a soft hum of approval. 

“She seems quite dashing, Young Kiramman. You seem to care for one another a lot.” She said hoarsely. She opened her mouth to speak again when the door was suddenly slammed open. 

Vi whipped her head around to see Queen Ambessa stomp into the room in full war garb. 

“Caine!” She yelled loudly. The Prince jumped between Vi and his mother, putting out a protective arm in front of Vi. 

Ambessa's furious eyes darted between Grayson and her son. 

“So it's true then? You go behind my back to speak with a traitor to the kingdom?” the Queen growled loudly. 

“Mother, please- you know it isn't like that-” Caine pleaded. His voice was, surprisingly, unwavering and angry. 

“I thought perhaps the first time it was juvenile folly. The second was an insult, but one I could forget. Yet, here you are again,” Ambessa spat the word “again” like a curse. “And this time you have brought your Zaunite-” she cut herself off. Vi could only imagine whatever insult was about to spill from her lips.

“Do you plot against me, child?” The Queen demanded. 

Vi's eyes widened and she wrapped an arm around Caine to stabilize them both. 

“Mother! My Queen, why would you think such a-” his words were cut off with a loud bang that rang out in the room. Vi flinched away and looked back up. A bruise was already forming on Caine's face where Ambessa had hit him. 

Vi felt a wave of vertigo wash over her. What was this about? Where was this paranoia over Caine coming from? Was there something brewing in Piltover-Noxus that she was unaware of?

She was brought out of her thoughts by Ambessa ripping Grayson from the pole she was chained to. The Queen hadn't even unchained the other woman— the nails that kept the chains on the pole were no match for Ambessa's strength. 

Vi watched in horror as The Queen dragged Grayson out of the cell by the chains. Caine chased after her. 

“Mother, stop! You promised you wouldn't-” Caine cried out. Vi tried to race after them, but was grabbed by one of the Noxian guards. 

Ambessa dragged Grayson to the battlements below the cell. Vi had a perfect view of it through one of the windows. 

Vi could only stare as Ambessa threw Grayson to the ground. Caine put a hand out to touch his mother, but the woman reared her anger on him. 

“A wolf has no mercy, Caine.” She snapped loudly at him. Before pulling out her sword and slicing off Grayson's head in one smooth motion. 

Vi could just barely see Caine's face scrunch up in horror before he let out a loud, sorrowful wail. Ambessa kicked Grayson's body off the side of the wall. Vi felt herself gasp out a sob  in empathy at the sight of Caine in such distress.

Caine fell to his knees and continued to howl pitifully. The Queen reached down with a bloody hand and grabbed his jaw— the motion made Caine's wails stop immediately. Ambessa pulled his ear next to her lips. 

Vi could not make out what she said. She could only see the fear on Caine's face in the light of the setting sun as he nodded.

The Queen threw him face first from her. Caine fell onto his butt and backed up slightly before standing up to run away. 

The guards finally let Vi go, but at that point, Caine was long gone. 

Vi wasn't sure where to begin searching for him, and so she made her way to Mel's rooms. She decided to take the back stairwell that Mel had shown her once— she was eager to stay out of Ambessa's eyes. 

The back stairwell led to Mel's room from behind a window, and Vi glanced in there only to see someone she assumed to be Caine kneeling on the floor with his head in Mel's lap. Vi turned away. She didn't want to intrude on the moment. Particularly since the reason she had chased after Caine was to try to comfort him. 

But he was close to his older sister, so it was unsurprising he had sought her out. It was strange that he had gotten to Mel's room so quickly though. 

As Vi went to walk down the steps, Mel's voice rang out in the air. “Caitlyn, sweet girl, you mustn't blame yourself.” 

Vi blanched. 

Who is Caitlyn? Does Mel have a lover I don't know about? 

She could just barely hear this woman, this Caitlyn  crying softly. Vi decided that this wasn't Caine as she had thought. The pitch was too high to be Caine— even with his rather feminine voice. And Vi doubted he could have gotten to Mel's rooms that far ahead of Vi.

Vi hurriedly made her way down the steps and back to her chambers. 

If Caine wanted her comfort, he would be there. 

By the time she got to their chambers, night had fallen over the castle. She opened the heavy doors and was greeted with an empty room. Vi bit back her disappointment at not seeing her husband.

She sighed and laid down in their empty bed— suddenly feeling exhausted from the day. 

She woke up briefly by Caine wrapping himself around her waist. “Caine?” she asked sleepily. “Where- are you alright?” 

He nodded into her neck. 

“Just go back to sleep sweetling-” he muttered softly. “We'll talk in the morning,” he added before pulling her closer. 

Vi closed her eyes and fell into a thankfully dreamless sleep.

birthday

The month that passed by after Grayson was beheaded was not an altogether pleasant one. Though Caine did not seem to bear any ill will towards Vi, he was not nearly as interested in intimacy with her. 

At night, he would hold her, but that was all he allowed as far as any touch. He would even sometimes flinch away from Vi when she tried to get his attention by laying a hand on his shoulder or arm. 

One morning, Vi took breakfast in the tea gardens alone. She wanted to give Caine some space. She sipped her tea gingerly as a posh voice called out to her. 

“Lady Violet?” Vi turned around to see Queen Cassandra beckoning her over. Vi stood quickly to bow to her, spilling hot tea all over herself in the process

“Oh my,” the Queen exclaimed and helped Vi to dry the worst of the tea off. Vi blustered and tried to tell her she didn't need the help, but the Queen insisted. 

After a few moments of frantically trying to get dry, Vi sighed and put her hands down. “I'll just go change. No big deal,” she said. 

“Very well, but might I have a word first?” Cassandra asked politely. Vi tilted her head up and nodded. 

“Good,” Cassandra stated with a small smile. Vi grinned slightly. Caine and his mother had the same smile. 

“I thought you might be interested to know that my son’s birthday is a week from today. Perhaps you would like to visit the town to get him a gift?” The Queen questioned gently. Vi took a moment to take in the words. 

“I- I suppose I would like to get him something, but even if I had the money, Queen Ambessa won't let me leave the castle grounds,” Vi replied with a soft sigh. 

Queen Cassandra scoffed. 

“Nonsense. I'll escort you myself today and pay for anything you decide on. Provided you change from those,” she flicked her hand,” damp clothes.” 

Vi gave her a grin and ran to get changed. 

She wore the Feline Armor today— dyed black, it looked sleek and showed off her biceps as well. 

She met the Queen and her contingent of guards at the entrance to the castle. Her heart raced. She hadn't left the castle grounds since her wedding. 

Surprisingly, there was no carriage or horses of any kind. 

The Queen gave a polite smile when she saw Vi. 

“Lady Violet! You look-” her smile dropped slightly at Vi's distinctly male clothes. “Rugged.” she remarked with a fake smile. 

Vi felt fond warmth sweep over her. This was Caine's favorite outfit of hers. She thought about the last time she had worn this several months ago.

“How do you expect me to get anything done when you wear things like this?” Caine asked— Vi was sat on his lap, pants shucked down to her thighs, and full of his cock. 

Vi moaned and gasped as Caine wrapped one slender hand around Vi’s throat and the other around her hips to toy with her clit. 

He- “Lady Violet, are you quite alright?” The Queen asked. 

Vi had the decency to blush and scratch her neck nervously. 

“My deepest apologies, Your Grace. My mind was elsewhere,” she muttered in embarrassment. The Queen just tsked softly. 

“I had asked if you have traveled by warp magic before. It's the only practical way to get to the town if we don't want to spend two days riding,” the Queen inquired. 

Vi felt a spool of fear in her throat, but swallowed it down. Caine's mother wouldn't hurt her. And warp magic always looked quick. 

Vi shook her head. “I haven't, but I am willing to try. For Caine, I mean.” The Queen gave a genuine full smile and nodded.

Queen Cassandra held out her arm for Vi to take. 

“Take a deep breath, Lady Violet,” the Queen said softly. 

Vi inhaled a breath on the edges of the Piltover-Noxus castle, and exhaled the same breath on the edges of a busy streets of vendors. 

She yelped at the sudden sounds— and the speed at which the Queen had performed the warp. 

“Violet, it's alright dear. You're safe,” the Queen prompted gently and rubbed her upper back. Vi hadn't realized she was hyperventilating until Cassandra had said something. 

“Shit- shit, sorry- it's just-” she scrunched her face up and ran to the nearby bushes to evacuate her stomach of her breakfast. 

As she finished gagging, she wiped her mouth of bile. She looked up to see the Queen had her arm stretched out to her. She had a vial of blue-green liquid in her hand.

“This will freshen your mouth and throat, dear. I thought you might become ill. It's rare, but not unheard of during a first Warp,” Cassandra said gently. 

Vi gave her a weak grin and took the vial. She poured the liquid into her mouth and swished it around to rid the mouth of the taste of vomit. The taste of the drink reminded her of sweet mint that she and her sister used to chew in the mornings. After a moment, she spat it out. 

The Queen gave a soft outraged cry. “You were supposed to swallow the potion, sweetling,” she chastised. 

Vi just shrugged and muttered an apology. 

They headed into the small street of vendors. Vi's eye was caught by nearly every stall, but she had no idea where to even begin for a gift for her husband. 

After an hour of browsing, she turned to her mother by law. “Your Grace, what- what are you getting Caine?” she asked hesitantly. 

The Queen eyed her and gave a sad smile. “A collection of spells that has been passed down the Kiramman line for generations. It's supposed to go to a daughter but-” she looked to the ground with watery eyes. 

Vi tried to give a sympathetic look, but she wasn't sure what to say to that. 

And it certainly didn't help her in figuring out what to buy. 

They continued walking, and her eye was caught by a blacksmith's stall. Perhaps she could get a dagger or a- 

Her eyes landed on an ingot on the bottom rung of the stand. She recognized it immediately and picked it up with a trembling hand.

She held it up to her eyes to confirm what she was seeing. 

“You have a sharp eye, Lady Violet,” a familiar voice said to her. 

It was Viktor, to her surprise. 

“Oh! Viktor! What are you-? Are you looking for a gift for the Prince too?” She asked. He gave a grin and chuckled. 

“Ah, no. This is my stall, actually. Well, mine and Jayce’s,” he said with a tilt of his cane towards the bellows behind him. Vi looked over his shoulder to see a sweaty, shirtless Jayce pulling a sword from the oven. 

She shook away the image and focused her attention back on Viktor. 

“This, this is Zaunium Steel then? I haven't seen any since- since before the war began,” she said, running her fingers over the swirled ingot. 

Viktor nodded with a solemn smile. 

“Indeed. Would you like a piece made with it? It is a full ingot. We could likely make one mid sized piece, or two small pieces with it,” he remarked with a hand on his chin. 

“No one around here has any interest in the metal— given its natural low magical frequency. It would actually help us out if you used it,” Viktor stated with a gentle smile. 

Vi looked at it for a moment. “I think- a simple chain necklace and a dagger. If that's alright?” she asked. 

He nodded and gave a wide smile. 

“Would you like to imbue the necklace with any spells? Zaunium has low magicks, but it takes to simple locator spells or-” Viktor cut himself off and gave a knowing grin to Vi. Vi backed down slightly in surprise. 

“Vi, if you give me a lock of your hair, I can imbue the necklace with your heartbeat. It's a popular choice for married couples,” he inquired with a near maniacal grin. 

Vi felt her heart thud in her ears at the prospect. It sounded- it sounded like the perfect gift for her husband.

She nodded slowly and handed him the ingot just Viktor reached up and snipped a lock of her hair with his knife. With ingot and hair in hand, he gave her one last smile before heading over to talk to Jayce. 

“Uh, Viktor? How much do I owe you?” Vi called to him. Jayce turned to look at her along with Viktor. 

“Ah, come on now Vi! You're a friend! And this is a gift for Caine! Don't worry about it. We'll have it to you in a few days,” Jayce said with a wink. 

Vi swallowed nervously and nodded. She made her way back to Queen Cassandra in a daze.

“Find a gift then?” The Queen questioned. 

Vi nodded, feeling a swoop of nerves in the pit of her stomach. She felt very strongly that Caine would like this gift.

-

She gave him the dagger at his party. He gave her a soft smile and leaned up to kiss her cheek with a soft thank you, my love, but she could sense his disappointment. 

For some reason, she waited until they were alone that night to give him the necklace. 

Later, she was very glad she did so. 

“Caine, I hope your birthday was pleasant. You're- nine and twenty now, yes?” She prodded gently. He turned around and nodded. 

“Indeed. It was a lovely day. My mother told me she had let you know it was coming up. But you should not have felt obligated to get me a gift,” he remarked with a soft pat on her shoulder. 

Vi thumbed the necklace in her pocket. 

“Perhaps. But, I-” she started, feeling hot and nervous suddenly. 

Her husband turned to look at her— thin, sculpted brow raised. 

“I have something else for you. If you'll sit and close your eyes,” she stated flirtatiously. Caine gave a light giggle and sat before exaggeratingly placing his arm over his eyes. 

Vi laughed, though, the sound was nervous and breathy.

“Hold your hand out,” she muttered. Caine held out his right hand— the pink of his soul mark glistened in the moonlight. 

Vi stepped forward and placed the necklace in his hand. Caine immediately gasped and his eyes snapped open. 

“I thought you were going to enchant it with my heartbeat or something,” Vi had asked Viktor when he handed her the chain. As she held it in her hands, she couldn't feel anything. 

“I did,” Viktor claimed gently. “You can't feel it because it's your own heart. But trust me, it's there,”

“Oh, Violet,” Caine whispered softly, his voice low and breathy— full of love and reverence. 

“Darling, it's so perfect. I'm-” he cut himself off with a sudden sob and dropped his head. Vi made a squeak of surprise and rushed forward to kneel in front of him. 

“Shit! Caine- is this- are you-” she stammered and brushed a midnight blue lock behind his ear, cupping his cheek and jaw. 

As she took in his face, she realized he was smiling amidst his tears. 

“You're so perfect- I- I'm in-” Caine whispered through his tears. 

Vi didn't want him to actually say the words, and pulled him into a kiss to cut him off. They both moaned and gasped for breath into each other's mouths. 

Soft wet clicks echoed in the room as their lips chased one another. Vi pushed on his jaw gently and he leaned back. She kissed the sensitive spot below his ear and began to suckle there, hoping it would bruise his pretty skin. 

Caine gasped and whined. Vi relished the way he threw his head and grasped needily at her back. His body felt alive under Vi's fingers. She brought her hands to his chest. She forgot in her lust, that he didn't like being touched there, but it felt- it felt like-

He choked off a groan as she straddled him and began to gently grind her hips into his. She moaned as she felt him start to get hard. 

Something suddenly shifted in her mind as she continued to touch the swell of his chest.

She pulled back and cupped his cheeks to look at his lustful, glassy gaze. 

Vi stared at her husband for a moment. 

And then for a moment more. 

Something in his face felt- 

Vi made a sound, or maybe, her husband did. 

She wasn't sure. 

In the moonlight, something clicked into place in her mind—

and it was like she was seeing the person she married for the first time. 

“Caitlyn-” she whispered reverently. 

A blue eye snapped to hers and widened in shock, fear, and- 

“Where did you hear that name?” Caitlyn whispered breathlessly. 

“Mel- I heard her- she was talking to you that day, wasn't she? You aren't- you were never a man at all-” Vi sighed out in relief, and began to laugh half hysterically.

"Thank the gods you're actually-" she continued to laugh softly. Finally the confusion from the last few months dissipated. Finally she felt she was not going half-mad in her attraction.

Her attraction was to a woman all this time.

She dropped her forehead into her wife's neck and fought the urge to cry or laugh. Caitlyn trembled beneath her fingers. 

“Fuck- Your- Do either of your mothers know?” Vi asked gently. 

Caitlyn's hands wrapped around her back and squeezed Vi into her tightly— a soothing motion for both of them. 

“No. People born into the wrong body it's- not unacceptable here I suppose, but- the Noxian culture barely accepts me as it stands,” Caitlyn whispered. 

Vi almost laughed at herself in the moment. How had she not seen it before? Of course Caitlyn was a woman. She was soft and beautiful and- 

Vi leaned back to look at Caitlyn's chest suddenly. 

“You never let me look at or touch your chest,” she muttered, trailing a hand over Caitlyn's neck and further.” “And I- you- you have breasts? How- I-” 

Caitlyn grabbed her hands and brought them properly to grope at the swells of her chest. Her wife whined softly and Vi leaned in to kiss as low as she could given her nightshirt. 

“I specialize in medicinal magicks. I was able to-” she gasped as Vi impatiently ripped open her shirt and began to swirl a tongue over her nipple. Vi could feel Caitlyn buck her hips in excitement. 

“Synthesize the hormone that causes feminine features,” she finished with a gasp. Vi felt slender fingers grab her hips and encourage her to push and grind into Caitlyn's. 

She placed one hand between Caitlyn's shoulder blades and the other in the small of her back just above her hips to pull her in closer— not caring for the moment if that meant she suffocated in the woman's chest.

“Vi- Violet-” Caitlyn gasped breathlessly. She sounded even more unhinged than during their normal trysts. Perhaps she was pent up from last month from their lack of being together. 

Vi pulled away from Caitlyn's breasts to lean up to nip her neck just behind her ear. She had meant to say something, but all that came out was a broken, whiny moan. 

Caitlyn grabbed her wrists and placed Vi's hands directly on her breasts. She cried out more loudly than Vi had ever heard her. 

“Gods, you feel- you feel so good-” Caitlyn groaned brokenly. She had placed her hands back on Vi's hips. Vi felt for a moment she could come like this— clothed and gasping her pleasure into her wife's ear. 

“Cait- Caitlyn-” she whimpered as her hips thrusted brokenly and her center knocked into Caitlyn's bulging one. 

She trailed her hands down Caitlyn's chest, seeking the waistband of her pants. Luckily, Caitlyn was wearing trousers that Vi knew how to unbutton— she had been confused the first time. 

“I need- I need in- you inside me- please- Caitlyn!” she felt overwhelmed and off kilter, as though she would die if Caitlyn wasn't inside her this very second. 

Without warning, Caitlyn rolled them over and pulled Vi's pants down in one smooth motion. Still a bit dazed, Vi gasped and whimpered as Caitlyn then reached up and tore off her shirt. She watched as her wife shucked off her own shirt and pants. 

They were both now completely bare. They had never fucked like this. 

Caitlyn leaned down and pressed their chests together. They gave echoing whimpers as Vi buried her face into Caitlyn's soft neck. Vi grasped Caitlyn's hair with one hand and smoothed down her back with the other to palm at her ass. 

“Inside me- please- I can't-” Vi whispered breathlessly, voice hoarse already from having gasped and cried out so much. 

Caitlyn shushed her gently and grabbed Vi's thigh. She thrust their hips together, missing the first time and knocking into Vi's clit. Vi wailed and scratched her fingers across Caitlyn's back. 

On the second thrust, Caitlyn slid in firmly. Vi sighed and relaxed. Finally, finally, she felt whole again. 

She could tell by the way Caitlyn's cock throbbed and jumped that she was already close, but she continued to thrust into her. The room was filled with the sounds of panting and wet slaps. Caitlyn still had Vi's leg in the air to plunge deeper. If Vi wasn't busy moaning rhythmically, she would have laughed at the way Caitlyn kissed her knee.

Vi felt herself pulse and clench around her wife's throbbing length. She was already close to the precipice— and tipped over loudly when Caitlyn slid her hand down her stomach to place a firm finger right on her swollen clit. 

Caitlyn stilled and gasped as Vi came, clearly intent on continuing— but not wanting to reach climax yet herself. 

As Vi came down from her high, she grinned up at her wife before grabbing the side of her face with one hand to pull her neck to her lips. She kissed and suckled the tender flesh there as Caitlyn breathlessly whimpered and jolted her hips brokenly. 

With Caitlyn a bit distracted, Vi took her opportunity to flip them back over. She winced a bit as the inside of her thighs hit Caitlyn's hips, but quickly threw her head back to moan as she sank deeper onto Caitlyn's length. 

She wrapped her hands around Caitlyn's lithe waist and pushed on it gently. Vi wanted to keep her still so that she could grind without Caitlyn bucking and thrusting. 

Her slick, throbbing clit rolled deliciously on Caitlyn's bare stomach and she almost climaxed again. But she wanted Caitlyn to orgasm with her. 

She leaned down so her mouth was right next to Caitlyn's ear. 

“Come for me, Cait, baby- sweet girl-” Vi crooned sweetly. She felt herself flutter around her wife's cock at the sound of Caitlyn's panting grunts increasing in noise level as Vi spoke. 

Caitlyn's slender hands snapped to Vi's hips as she gave a sharp, punctuated thrust. Vi tipped over the edge hard as she felt Caitlyn pulsating spurts of seed into her cunt. 

Her wife gave a loud, broken cry and sat up to press their chests together. The angle was a bit awkward for Vi's knees, but she ignored it easily as Caitlyn grabbed for her hand. 

Caitlyn dropped her head heavily onto Vi's shoulder before wrapping their hands together. Their soul marks pressed against one another. 

Vi whimpered and came again. She could feel Caitlyn's pleasure as her own. For a moment, it was as though they truly shared one body— joined as they were with Caitlyn deep inside her and their bond reverberating with their emotions. 

She could feel Caitlyn's love for her through the bond, and the emotion sent tears into her eyes. 

With her right hand, she grabbed Caitlyn's cheek to pull her into a wet kiss. Somehow, she felt Caitlyn begin to weakly come again— more seed spilling into her hot core. 

They continued like this for several minutes pushing and pulling and grinding into one another. 

Vi knew nothing could ever come close to feeling like this, and that she would never be as happy as when Caitlyn was inside of her. 

~ 

A drink, swirling blue and gold. She downed it in one gulp. 

~

dinner (and a show)

“What's bothering you, my sweet girl?” Vi asked her wife as she wrapped her arms around her waist from behind.

Caitlyn hummed softly. Vi could feel the soft vibration on her chest.

“My- my mother has said she wants to celebrate the anniversary of our marriage with a family dinner,” Caitlyn whispered softly. Vi took note of the worry in her voice. 

“By your tone, I assume you do not mean Cassandra,” she asked as she tilted her head around to look at her wife's face. 

Caitlyn shook her head and turned a bit. Vi could not see her complete expression when she remarked “Mother Ambessa will make a spectacle of this. And- it's very likely she will say or do something to goad one of us in some way,” 

Vi pulled her arms out from Caitlyn's waist so she could shift around to face her. She cupped Caitlyn's cheek reverently and pulled her face up to look at her. 

Caitlyn's eye was fraught with tension and stress in her gaze. Vi swiped her thumb in a caress across her jaw. 

“You know I can ignore her, my love. Is there something more you aren't telling me?” she questioned gently. 

Caitlyn reached up and grabbed the hand Vi had on her cheek and tilted her face into it with a soft sigh. 

“I worry that I will be unable to ignore her,” 

-

Caitlyn was right. The dinner was quite the spectacle. 

Even if it was just the queens, Caitlyn, Vi, Prince Kino and his wife, and Mel, Queen Ambessa had made sure to spare no amount of opulence. 

Even after living at the castle for the last year, Vi's mind boggled at the amount of food laid out before her. It had to be more than she had ever seen in her entire life. Her stomach roiled slightly at all the varying smells.

They all ate in relative peace— chatting amongst themselves about the last year. Vi had never had the opportunity to speak much with Prince Kino since he lived most of the time at the Noxian based castle rather than the Piltovian one. 

He seemed kind enough. He was not as close to Caitlyn as Mel, but it was clear he had love in his heart for his “brother”. 

After the first course, Queen Cassandra stood and raised her glass. 

“I shall propose a toast, here. To Caine and Violet. It warms my heart beyond measure to see the two of you so close. After so much strife between our two nations, it bodes well for the future that you can set aside your differences and learn to love.” Her face crinkled into a genuine smile as she tilted her glass towards Vi and Caitlyn. 

All at the table murmured in agreement and drank their glasses. 

Queen Ambessa stood next and placed a hand on her wife's shoulder. “Indeed, it gives me pleasure to see my son find happiness,” she started. Vi was surprised to see a small amount of soft and true fondness on her face as she looked at Caitlyn. 

Caitlyn had insisted that through all she did that Ambessa did love her, but Vi had never seen that reflected until now. 

“Who could have thought just a year ago that The Harbinger and The Hound would make such a beautiful, loving couple?” Ambessa added with a chuckle.

Everything in Vi stilled to an almost violent degree. 

The Harbinger. The scourge of the Zaunite army. The one who had weaponized the very air against them with a magical gaseous toxin that decimated their numbers. 

“What, what did you just say?” Violet said more loudly than she intended. 

“Vi,” Caitlyn's soft voice lilted over her ears and her wife pressed a hand to her shoulder. 

Vi jerked away and whipped her head around to look at her wife. 

“You- you're- you never said-” she stammered. Vertigo swept over her and she felt for a horrifying moment that she might truly be sick all over the dining room table. 

She stood up— suddenly needing to get away from everyone and everything. 

“Vi!” She distantly heard Caitlyn calling for her and following behind her. 

Vi pushed the great doors open and all but ran down the hall and turned a corner. Her knees felt weak, and she bent down and placed her hands on them— gasping for breath all the while. 

How could this be? How can it be true? 

Visions of Caitlyn's warm and kind blue eye swam into her mind, and she tried to make sense of how someone as gentle and loving as her could be someone as horrifying and cruel as The Harbinger. 

“Vi, please, let me speak-” Caitlyn's voice echoed around the hall as she turned the corner and found Vi with ease. 

“Do you even know how many people you killed? How many lives you ruined further? Not just death! The Grey was disabling! People unable to breathe properly! Stricken with infertility!” Vi snapped. She gasped for breath and fell to the ground heavily— her head between her knees. 

“It was- we were at war-” Caitlyn stammered in an attempt at an excuse. 

Vi looked up at her incredulously. 

“I can't believe I ever let you touch me .” She cried out. Vi's voice turned into a sob. Caitlyn’s face scrunched up almost dramatically, and she gasped out an echoing sob. 

She watched in shock as Caitlyn tried to reach down to console her, and Vi stood up to try and get away. The hallway spun and she fell onto the wall heavily. 

“What-” was all she got out before she emptied the contents of her stomach onto the floor and lost consciousness. 

the end 

Caitlyn looked helplessly at the sight of her wife laying in the healer’s bed. She was careful not to get too close— even though all she wanted was to gather Vi in her arms and hold her. 

It wasn't what Vi would want. 

She choked on another sob as the memory of the night prior sprang into her mind unbidden. 

“Moments of visceral stress can cause miscarriage, my Prince.” The healer said with consolation and pity in her eyes. 

Caitlyn felt her face pitch in shock through her sorrow. 

“Miscarriage? A- she was pregnant?” She asked incredulously. 

She hadn't even known Vi had taken the potion to reverse her infertility. 

The healer nodded solemnly and continued her work on Caitlyn's wife. 

Caitlyn could no longer fight her anguish. 

She fell to her knees and sobbed so loudly it was all she could hear. 

Caitlyn was pulled from the wretched memory by a sound from her wife. She wiped the tears from her eyes. 

“Violet?” She asked softly, daring to hope that the other woman would wake up. 

She didn't. 

“Caitlyn, darling please,” Caitlyn jumped as Mel's voice came from behind her. Her sister laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

“You must sleep. There's nothing more that can be done. I will come find you if she wakes,” Mel muttered gently. 

Caitlyn shook her head.

“No- I need to- I need to tell her-” 

“You’ll not be able to spit anything out if you are this distressed and tired, child,” Caitlyn turned and was surprised to see her mother standing in the doorway. 

A brief flash of rage swept over her, but she turned her head away. 

“I see your anger, Caine. You must know none of this was my intention. How could I know the girl did not know who you were?” Ambessa questioned softly. 

Caitlyn felt tears stream down her face. She refused to look at her mother for fear she would say something rash. 

She gasped as her mother pulled her into her strong arms. Caitlyn gave a loud sob as her mother cupped the back of her head and pulled her into her chest.

“You can't think it brings me pleasure to see you like this. I know I am not the most kind of mothers, but-” Ambessa murmured softly into Caitlyn's head. 

“You're my son. And I only wanted to celebrate your happiness last night,” She said gently. 

They pulled away from the embrace, and Ambessa cupped her cheek with her huge, scarred hand. 

“Go rest. Please.” The Queen commanded. 

And Caitlyn obeyed. 

-

Caitlyn laid in her empty bed and stared at the ceiling. She mulled over Vi's words. 

With a broken whimper, Caitlyn decided— determination set across her features— that Vi would never have considered being with Caitlyn if she had a choice. 

So, Caitlyn would give her one. 

-

The next month passed by painfully slowly. The miscarriage had been hard on Vi's body, and she rejected Caitlyn's advances at nearly every turn. 

Though her rejections had slowly become less and less hostile and angry, Caitlyn was invigorated with each one to further her efforts into giving Vi the choice she deserved. 

She worked day and night, with Viktor’s assistance. 

And just past a month after her miscarriage, Caitlyn escorted her wife to the woods slowly under the guise of fresh air. 

To her surprise, Vi allowed Caitlyn to hold her arm steadily as they walked through the forest together. 

Vi was eerily silent. And Caitlyn did not press her to say anything. Especially since they were accompanied by two guards. 

As the forest thinned and became a clearing, Caitlyn spotted their destination. 

“Captain,” she called over her shoulder. “My wife and I are going in here,” she gestured at the small, rustic cabin. 

“For some alone time,” Caitlyn finished with an exaggerated quirk of her brows.

The older guard blushed and nodded as the younger gave a thumb of approval. 

Caitlyn could feel Vi's eyes watching her curiously as she walked them both towards the cabin. 

A soft whoosh echoed in the air as they stepped through— a tell tale sign of the sound dampening spell she had placed. 

“Caitlyn- what-”

Caitlyn let her go and walked to the wardrobe at the edge of the cabin. She pulled it open and gestured her hand over it. 

She heard Vi make a strangled sound of surprise as a portal straight to the center of a bustling Zaunite village. 

“What the fuck-” Vi exclaimed loudly. 

Caitlyn turned around to look at her, but found her eye drifting to the floor as she spoke.

“It was wrong to ever bring you here— to force this upon you. You- you won't be happy with me,” she said hoarsely. 

“Caitlyn-” “You don't need to say anything. The portal is open. You can step through,” Caitlyn said gently. 

She closed her eyes and kept her face to the floor as she listened to Vi step towards the portal back to her home. 

Caitlyn gasped softly as Vi's hand unexpectedly cupped her cheek. A scarred hand turned her face up to meet Vi's eyes. Caitlyn felt her jaw click open in surprise as she saw tears streaming down Vi's face.

“You did this? For me?” Vi whispered softly. 

Caitlyn could only nod. She watched a myriad of conflicting expressions cross Vi's face. Their bond echoed with confusion.

“Cait,” Vi's voice almost startled Caitlyn as it rang in the air.

“I- I've had a lot of time to think. And I've talked to Mel, Jayce, and Viktor, I- I know what you did to my people, but-” Vi began slowly. Caitlyn watched her wide-eyed. 

“My sister burned down three villages during the war. Did you know?” Vi muttered in a delicate voice. Caitlyn made a sound of surprise. 

“I- my hands are filthy as well, I suppose. I- I don't think I can forgive you, but- but I love you anyways,” Vi finished hesitantly. Caitlyn swallowed reflexively and choked off a gasp at her wife's words.

Caitlyn looked at her for a moment, and reached up to cup Vi's hand to her cheek. 

“You shouldn't-” she murmured against Vi's palm. 

“But I do!” Vi cried out, her words echoed in the cabin. 

Caitlyn sighed softly and pulled away. 

“Violet, I- can you honestly tell me you would not be happier if you could go home? To your people, to your sister?” Caitlyn asked, struggling to maintain eye contact. 

Vi was the one who broke it as she turned her face to the floor.

“I- it would be a different sort of happiness, I think- I- I-” she stammered and Caitlyn watched her jaw tremble. She could feel Vi’s indecisiveness thrum through their soul bond.

Caitlyn tilted her hand in a mollifying gesture. “I- I know that. But- you will never be free here. With me-” she remarked. “It's been over a year now and still my mother sends guards after you. And she does not allow you to see or even write to your family,” 

Caitlyn leaned her head back and sucked in a breath to stop her tears. 

“I don't know why I ever thought this would work- why I ever forced you into this, and- and the bond-” she stated with a heavy, shuddering sigh. 

“And yet I love you all the same,” Vi said, cutting off whatever Caitlyn was about to say next. Caitlyn sighed dejectedly.

“But you love your sister as well. Please, do not choose me over her- you, you deserve to be truly safe with your family in Zaun,” Caitlyn replied. 

She watched her words go through Vi's mind. And she knew Vi felt she spoke the truth. 

“If, if you want-” Caitlyn started hesitantly. 

“I can get rid of our soul bond-” 

“No!” Vi exclaimed and pulled the hand with the mark to her chest. 

“If- if I leave- I couldn't bear it if I lost all of what I had left of you,” Vi whispered as she met Caitlyn's eye again. 

Caitlyn gave her a watery smile. She watched as Vi took a step forward. They were close enough to breathe one another's air.

“I- Cait, I- I need to feel you inside me one last time. Please-” Vi asked.

And Caitlyn could not deny her. 

Their lips met in a smoldering kiss. They moved quickly, expertly, to unzip and pull down both their pants. 

She maneuevered them so Vi's back was pressed against the wall— Caitlyn pressed against her front. She slid her hand down her thigh to angle their hips together. 

In one smooth thrust, Caitlyn was inside her. Their bond echoed and burned inside them both. She could feel herself throbbing and thrusting into her wife's slick cunt as both giver and receiever— as though she was both of them at once. 

“My love-” they gasped in unison. One mind, one soul, united in body at their hips. 

Climax came upon them quickly, and with a devastatingly hard snap. Their backs arched as one as they pressed deeper into each other. 

Finally, finally, the moment died down and they pulled away. 

Still of one soul, but once more separated.

They both panted. Caitlyn leaned in and kissed Vi again— unable to help her need to feel close once more. 

Vi whimpered in clear pleasure, but pulled away to pull her pants back up. Caitlyn did the same. 

They watched one another. Caitlyn studied her face closely, as if to memorize each detail and commit them all to memory. 

“You must leave, now. The guards will become restless.” Caitlyn said in a soft burr. 

Vi nodded as if in agreement, but met her lips in another feverish kiss. 

As they pulled away, Vi whispered, “Don't look away,” into her lips. 

Caitlyn nodded. 

Vi slowly pulled her body away. Caitlyn watched as she backed herself into the wardrobe. Their gazes never wavered. 

Caitlyn kept eye contact even as Vi stepped through the portal and she could no longer hear the woman's breaths. 

She saw Vi's eyes widen in shock, and she knew then that Vi could no longer see her. 

Caitlyn nodded solemnly, took one last look at her wife's face, and closed the door. 

She rested her head against the wooden frame. 

She took one long breath. 

And cast an explosive spell to destroy the cabin, and any evidence of its existence. She had planned for this. Her wards around herself held easily. And the destruction meant she could pretend Vi had died.

Her mourning would be the same either way.

later

“They say Prince Kino was murdered. Queen Ambessa is lost in her madness and sorrow.” 

“Mother! No, please! You mustn't-” “You would deny my right to wage war now? They killed your brother!” “And his assassins were caught! There is no need for this! You are going to wage war against your own people!” 

“You know nothing, child.” 

A challenge from the Prince echoed in the air as the guards watched.

The Queen was angry, but she held herself back. 

The Prince did not. 

A voice rang out like a bell in the throne room.

“A wo-" A sob followed.

"A wolf has no mercy.” 

the beginning

The King of Piltover-Noxus was quite handsome.

Vi felt all her breath leave her in a whoosh as her eyes set upon her wife. It had been a year since they had last seen each other, and Caitlyn had clearly abandoned most pretense of masculinity. 

Her hair was longer now, and no longer kept in a ponytail. She wore a red collar that gleamed with the Medarda emblem, and a cape that was beset with the Kiramman emblem. A chain ran across her chest. Vi knew it was the one she had given to Caitlyn. 

Caitlyn wore a fitted and sleek blue tunic. The collar jutted down her waist and showed the slight swell of her breasts. Atop her head sat a gold circlet. 

She wore half gloves on her hands, and had the side of her head rested on a closed fist. Her expression was a bit colder than Vi remembered, but then, most of Vi's memories of her gaze were those when she looked at Vi herself. 

Right now, she looked upon a delegate from Demacia. Vi wasn't really listening to what was being said. 

Her whole body was focused solely on looking at Caitlyn. 

“Geez, that's your husband? What a twink.” Powder whispered in her ear. Vi turned and smacked her elbow and hissed for her to keep quiet. 

“Your Grace, the delegates from Zaun.” Mel's soft voice rang through the air. Vi watched Caitlyn perk up immediately. 

The gaze in her bright blue eye warmed almost comically as it set upon Vi. 

“Lady Violet, and her sister, Miss Powder.” Mel announced to the room. 

Vi and Caitlyn simply stared at one another for nearly a full minute until Powder cleared her throat dramatically. 

“Your, uh, Grace, thank you for your invitation here. We are, um, honored,” Powder stated. Voice strong even if she tripped over her words slightly. 

Vi could hear the whispers through the court. She knew they all thought her to be dead in a magic accident. 

“Of course, Miss Powder. The pleasure is all mine. Thank you for keeping my wife safe as Piltover-Noxus dealt with its internal rebellion.” Caitlyn stated in a commanding voice— clearly intent on putting all rumors to rest. 

Vi glanced to Caitlyn's left and saw Dowager Queen Cassandra smiling at her gently. 

She smiled back. 

“Let us adjourn court for now. I would like some peace so that I may reunite properly with my wife,” Caitlyn called out over the crowd. 

The crowd bustled out slowly. The only one left standing was Powder’s guard Sevika. 

As the last person exited, Caitlyn ran down the stairs and threw her arms around Vi. Vi let out a soft oof, but used Caitlyn's motion to pick her up off the ground and spin them both. 

When Vi stopped, Caitlyn pulled back and beamed at her with a huge smile. They cupped one another's cheeks. Caitlyn had tears in her eyes. 

“I- I wasn't sure if you would come- my letter-” Vi cut her off by pressing their lips together in a kiss.

“I missed you too,” she stated as she pulled away and pressed their foreheads together. 

“Zaun has prospered under your rule, Your Grace. Your cure for the Grey has worked wonders, and we've never had such an abundance of resources. The people have never been more safe,” Powder said to Caitlyn. Vi jumped slightly when she spoke, having forgotten that she was there. 

Vi leaned back and cupped Caitlyn's cheek. “My sweet girl, my love- there is someone you must meet,” she said, and turned to gesture at Sevika. 

She felt rather than saw Caitlyn straighten back up into a more kingly pose. 

“And you are?” She asked of Sevika. Vi heard Powder giggle incessantly. 

Sevika rolled her eyes. 

“Nobody. Vi wasn't talking about me,” she said with a gruff. She pulled aside the cape covering her left side. 

In her arms, a babe lay sleeping. He had a shock of midnight blue hair. The Dowager Queen made a cry of shock, and Caitlyn gasped as she grabbed Vi's arms. Vi winced slightly at the power behind the grasp. 

“Is that- is it-” She heard Caitlyn swallow nervously. 

Vi gestured for Sevika to hand him to her. 

“Caitlyn, this is Cassian. Your son.” 

Caitlyn took the boy in her arms, and immediately burst into loud tears. The babe did not stir. He simply curled further into her chest. 

Vi's heart thudded at the sight. 

“He's beautiful- Vi-” Caitlyn said, looking between their son and Vi. 

“He is. And he's ours,” Vi stated. She placed a hand on Caitlyn's hip, and pulled the three of them together.

Vi brushed the back of her hand in a caress over her son’s soft cheek. 

A product of Zaun, Piltover, and Noxus, but most importantly— a product of true and real love.