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When the Queen enters, one must always stand to greet her.

She could faintly remember a book her father used to read to them every night. A Demacian fairy tale called 'The Ballerina Princess' and it was about how a ballerina, after fighting a witch and saving the prince, became a princess or something. But Vi's mind raced to the other parts of the story, of every interaction the prince had with the ballerina. Her father used to say it was his favorite part while her mother just rolled her eyes and said she preferred the fight scenes more.

Either way, Vi was embarrassed it took her this long to finally understand what her cupcake was doing.

Yet honestly, she didn't…super hate it.

It all began one Monday morning. They were at a mansion of some Lady so and so to bring in more relief funds. Because apparently getting Pilties to pitch in and use their own cogs was harder than fighting Noxians. 

The visits always ended the same, though.

Vi just entered the study after secretly teaching the youngest son of this Piltie family how to ride a hoverboard. The kid had looked miserable in his stuffy little suit while he was tasked to 'tour the Zaunite' around the mansion while Caitlyn met with the noble.

Vi had looked over the inattentive guard before she whispered and asked him if he wanted to see something cool. His big green eyes were enough to convince Vi to bring her hoverboard out the gardens and showed him how to ride it. Once the guard yawned, Vi had hopped on and asked the kid if he wanted to get out of there for a while.

Suffice to say, the wide grin and enthusiastic headshaking was all the answer Vi needed.

They had promptly taken to the skies after that, leaving behind a swearing guard and the fading laughter of the kid. 

Course they had to come down eventually and while the boy had been scolded, Vi offered to take the blame and to explain. It forced the guard to begrudgingly bring her to the master of the house.

Now here Vi was, hands inside her pockets while stiffly nodding at a butler who opened the doors with a judgmental scoff. It became white noise after that, because the first thing she heard past through the doors was Caitlyn's airy giggle. A soft sound that Vi had lately been accustomed to. 

Because it also meant the meeting ended in her favor. 

- truly, young Kiramman," crooned the widow, feathery hat tilted to the side, "ever so persistent. Like your mother." She then raised her teacup. "But very well. House Gideon promises to offer its support to your little project."

Caitlyn was sitting on the expensive sofa, elbow resting on its cushioned back while her chin leaned on a closed fist. Trademark confident smirk on display that completed the mask of the leader of House Kiramman.

"Thank you. I'll have my people finalize the contracts before sending them over. Truly, Lady Everfree, your kindness could only rival your beauty." 

Vi couldn't stifle the snort at the hammy line. It seemed to work on the noble, though, based on the quick flutter of a fan and giggle. 

Yet the sound Vi made instantly took Caitlyn's attention away. Her gaze found Vi standing by the doorway and in a surprising yet confusing move, Caitlyn quickly pulled away to stand at attention. The smirk morphed into something more genuine. More Caitlyn. 

A dopey, tooth gapped smile brightened the room there and then. Never mind the open windows and sunlight entering through expensive curtains.

Vi blinked at the sudden warmth in her chest before she gave a soft smile back, waving one lazy hand at Caitlyn. "I got in trouble."

It took a while for her cupcake to react or process the words. Caitlyn was still standing, staring.

Vi coughed and gestured with her head to the angry guard beside her.

Caitlyn blinked before she adjusted her cape. Vi never stopped pointing out how she looked like a sparkling bloodsucker in that but Caitlyn insisted it was part of the performance. Now the mask was back on as Caitlyn turned to the lady of the house.

"This must be some kind of misunderstanding -

To Vi's surprise, the Lady tittered and said, "I concur." Then she dismissed the guard like he was a mere fly.

"B-But, milady, she nearly endangered your son -

"Oh, hush. I'm sure he's fine. Either way, I have three more." Vi's surprise was now replaced by disbelief. The callousness should have been expected but it still got her blood boiling. 

Caitlyn approached and stood in front of Vi, fixing the lady's attention on her while Vi openly glowered. "I suppose this is a sign we best be off. More meetings and all. I'm sure you also have plenty to discuss with your son. I heard he placed second chair at the Clockwork Opera Recital. Give him my congratulations."

"Ah. Of course though you're too kind. Second is still leagues away from first," the widow scoffed. Then she gave a dismissive wave. 

Caitlyn's mask finally cracked a bit at the tense smile she gave. Then she nodded before she opened the door to let Vi walkout first.

Vi was too pissed off to notice or catch the widow's swooning whisper, "I remembered when my wife used to treat me like a queen."

THUD!

Vi blinked and looked over her shoulder. Caitlyn apparently hit her head on the doorway. "You okay?"

"F-Fantastic."

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"I can't believe we're making a big fuss over something like dinner," Vi grunted as she changed behind the wooden dressing screen. Then again, it was also the first time Vi had received an invitation. 

Usually the other pilties never bothered to acknowledge her existence but the plus one in Caitlyn's letter was a big threat that they needed to look into. Hence the fussing.

Luckily she and Caitlyn already prepared for a battle strategy for this kind of thing. Well, theoretical as tonight would be its first practice run.

"Actually, it's not just a dinner. The Tariost Trust Foundation always has a fundraiser every year. Almost as lavish as Salo's galas." Caitlyn called from the other side. "It may be to fund their new armament research this time but I'm confident I can broker a deal that could allocate a portion of that to our cause."

"Yeah. Especially when all you need to do is just smile and they'll fold in a snap." Vi tugged the straps up, adjusting and readjusting while facing the mirror. Vi turned and frowned. She adjusted again.

"It's now more complicated than that, Vi. Especially when you're involved and have a part to play yourself."

Vi snorted. "Sure."

A beat of silence passed before Caitlyn spoke again, "My part is easier, maybe I can -

"We both agreed, cupcake, that I can handle this. It's not that different from your one-on-one social visits." Vi rolled her shoulders as she saw her reflection. She ensured her nerves didn't seep into her voice. "But who knew the art of Piltie-ing was less simple than it looks?" 

She smiled when she heard the tell-tale scoff. "The Genealogy Guild? The Piltover Anthropology Society? Heck, even our forebears' traditions and etiquette rituals had a hand in this circus."

"Hey, it could be worse. You have to act like you're interested in something serious now. Or act like they have a shot in getting their last name changed to Kiramman." Vi joked as she gave herself one final once over. "Oh wait."

Another scoff, verging on a resigned chuckle. "Weren't you the one who said that I had to make people think I have what they want?"

Caitlyn's unmarried hand was the bait in tonight's plan. Something that Piltover liked to discuss now once the novelty of the war stories wore off.

"Dunno," Vi airily asked before deciding to just screw her self-doubt and leave the safety cover of the partition, "I think I forgot. What do you have, exactly?"

"Aside from me? " Vi smiled at that thought. Then she heard Caitlyn's breath hitch and her grin widened. Vi preened at the reaction and whatever insecurities that cropped out withered at the look her cupcake was giving her now. Hungry. Desirable. 

Beautiful.

Vi smirked. "Flies, for one thing."

"...what?" Caitlyn was still openly staring, taking everything in. 

"You'll have flies in your mouth if you don't pick your jaw up."

Caitlyn shook her head and scoffed again, blushing. "Do not pretend you're against it."

"Didn't say that," Vi laughed and flexed her arm. The sleeveless dark blue dress allowed a full view of the biceps that bulged with natural and hard-earned strength. "But even I know you should avoid staring or you'll break some big etiquette rules up here." 

Vi waved the book that gave her a crash course on what to expect tonight, before placing it back on the shelf.

"I'm allowed some leniencies," Caitlyn shook her head, chin raised, as she adopted a haughty look. "I am one of Piltover's finest leaders. The Leader of House Kiramman." She slowly approached with every word, bridging the distance between them.

Vi grinned, allowing herself to be backed up against the wall while dragging an appreciative eye over her cupcake's suit Vi had chosen. Even better without the stupid cape for now. "House Kiramman, huh? Heard some pretty serious rumors about its leader."

"Oh?" Caitlyn purred, pressing one arm above Vi's head. Her other hand gently raised up Vi's callused hand to her lips, kissing her knuckles without breaking eye contact. "Do tell."

"Well," Vi swallowed as she fought not to make her voice crack after the gesture. "She's a womanizer for starters."

"Dastardly." Caitlyn smirked, flashing her tooth gap. 

"Like, really, got in bed with hundreds of women last time people counted."

Caitlyn briefly broke character. "Actually it's seven," she deadpanned.

Vi rolled her eyes with a fond smile. "Seven women, then. Bedding them and leaving them, all the same." Vi picked back up the act, pressing the back of her palm against her forehead in a woe-is-me look. "A heartbreaker through and through."

Caitlyn scoffed. "Nothing but rumors, I assure you milady. The women and I always leave on amicable terms." A beat passed before she grimaced. "Well, except that one time."

Vi knew that wasn't a lie for the sake of their playacting. But beyond that, the truth was a bit funny, all things considered as Vi was slowly adjusting to the fact they could shop around and just run into one of Caitlyn's exes who weren't Noxian spies. Like a lucky draw of a hand. 

Though Vi didn't feel so lucky every time she caught some of their looks aimed at Caitlyn. The yearning and longing for a time long past. Vi wasn't mad, personally. No one could say when or how they caught these feelings. 

What Vi didn't expect was being given looks too. Sympathetic ones instead of resentment or anger. Like it was only a matter of time before Vi joined their little group. 

Vi shook her head, focusing on their game when she felt she was quiet for too long. Pilties and their mind games were a different fight but it was still a fight. And Vi was aiming to win. 

Even now with their little game. Caitlyn may have thought she won now and that it was over. 

"I'll show her." Vi smirked and overtly fluttered her eyelashes. The action nearly caused both of them to break character but she held strong. "So confident. Could you really say the same about me? About us leaving on 'amicable terms' Councillor Kiramman?" 

Vi briefly and shyly looked down, crossing her arms and smiling at the dilated pupil she'd seen. Too easy. "What if I will be your first scorned lover? Habits are harder to break and you sound like the type to get bored easily." 

Minutes passed. Silence was still her answer. Vi lowered her arms. 

Caitlyn was still staring but her expression changed. Morphed from a vivid thirst to something…weird.

Her playful attitude shifted at her cupcake's unreadable look. "Cait?" Vi's shoulders hunched. Unsure if she had misstepped or said something -

"You could be the first so long as you shall promise to always be my last." 

That was too truthful for the playacting they were doing. Caitlyn stated it so genuinely that it caught Vi off guard.

A blush crept up Vi's neck and dusted her cheeks, not knowing what to do with the sudden bout of sincerity. It was overwhelming. More so as they remained like that for who knew how long.

Then Vi caught the time on the wall clock.

Vi cleared her throat, looking away with a small smile. "We'll be late." Part of their strategy was timing, after all. 

But it was also an idea Vi took to heart as she purposely leaned her head to the side, offering her neck. The tattooed side.

Vi smirked at the audible gulp. She saw the hands twitching. No gloves were on yet. They've been working for a few days straight. Vi was still basking in all the attention and reaction to her outfit that had her tossing and turning the nights before. 

Now was the payoff when Caitlyn's voice dropped to a whisper, "Will you give me five minutes?"

A different tone this time. Deeper. Darker. Something that had been a familiar fixture lately when they were experimenting on long cold nights. 

Vi blushed harder. She checked the time again. Gods she hated when she had to be the responsible one now. Another gulp but Vi figured they'll still make it. So she nodded with a smile.

And it was definitely worth it when she heard, " Words, darling. I prefer you'd use your pretty voice for me."

"Goddamit, Caitlyn!" Vi groaned, practically melting before she surged forward for a kiss.

Vi huffed as Caitlyn opened the door to the Tariost mansion, overtaking the guard who was sound asleep at her post. 

Vi rolled her eyes as she passed through the doorway. "We're late." 

This was the thing she should have been worried about. By the time they got in, all eyes would be on them and not distracted by some shiny new thing or speech. Vi didn't need all those eyes on her. She was happy to fade into the background. Caitlyn should have known better. Vi should have known better.

Alas, the spirit was willing but the flesh was weak. 

"Dinner just started without us." Caitlyn shrugged with a small smile, steps easy and confident. Vi tried not to grumble as the little shit was unbothered. "But our entrance would still be considered punctual thanks to my name."

Vi snorted, hiding her exhaustion with a smirk. "Kirammans also dictate the time now?"

"You joke but unfortunately there is some truth to it," Cailtyn grimaced. There were no other servants in the foyer. Guards stood in silent vigil but Vi noticed the cloudy look of exhaustion. They were barely paying attention to the late arrivals.

Caitlyn still gave a quick sweep of the place before she leaned closer, "To have at least one of us attend an event you organized is a high honor. But two? Well, suffice to say you'd be the talk among the society for a good while. The Tariosts wouldn't mind if they had something to gain in the end."

It was a sound strategy. Vi should have been paying more attention but she still tripped after processing the 'Two' Caitlyn uttered. She blamed the powder blue heels that caught her eye when they went out shopping days ago.

Caitlyn managed to catch her, regardless, but nearly brought them both down until Vi righted herself again. Vi cleared her throat as Caitlyn frowned. "Vi?"

"W-What did you say?" Vi's eyes were wide when she asked.

Vi saw the way Caitlyn furrowed her brows, already reviewing the exchange. Then her cheeks tinted. All suave melting at the implications. Vi really hoped those were just implications even if a small part of her felt giddy at the possibility.

"Oh- uh - well, I mean -

"C-Caityyyy!"

The two women paused as Tobias Kiramman slurred his greeting. Vi pulled away with a raised brow while he engulfed his daughter in an embrace. 

Vi crossed her arms, a smile now unwittingly tugging at her lips at Caitlyn's look. The fluttering feelings also started to come back so she focused on Tobias. It was rare to see this man let loose.

"Papa?" Caitlyn squeaked, not expecting to find her father here and clearly drunk. Then she eyed the room. Vi followed her gaze. A crash course on nobles got Vi wondering if that was either Lord Desmond Tariost or Sir Stevan Ferros. 

Vi double checked and saw he was in a similar state slumped against his annoyed wife. Lord Desmond Tariost was it then.

Caitlyn sighed and gently pushed her father away, fixing his tie. "Ah. You already had a fun night with your friend, I see."

"D-Des- hic - knows the best drinkzz." Tobias blinked blearily at Caitlyn. "My, you've grown taller."

Vi snickered, unable to help herself. The man was stoic as a brick wall at the mansion whenever they crossed paths. They survived in an almost civil state, choosing not to antagonize let alone acknowledge the other's existence. Cold but also not warm. 

Caitlyn sighed again but a smaller, more genuine smile pulled at her lips. "Yes, papa. Now, can you please -

"What is she doing here?"

The familiar question got Vi freezing up. Plain amusement shifted to instinctual wariness then a familiar guilt as cupcake's dad narrowed his redshot eyes at her. The guilt doubled when Caitlyn's genuine smile tempered to a line.

"Papa," Caitlyn spoke more firmly now. Quick but no louder than a whisper. They were still at another noble's territory. They couldn't afford to show weaknesses. 

Vi knew gangs operated that way too. So Vi rolled her shoulders, expecting a fight or to start carrying Tobias away if things escalated. A confrontation like this was going to draw in more eyes too. Not that they had a lot to talk about already with a Zaunite and Piltie working closely.

"Caitlyn doesn't need distractions." Vi took a shaky deep breath and whispered a familiar code phrase, "Cait. Give me some space."

Caitlyn's shoulders tensed at the request. Vi knew what she was getting herself into when she told Caitlyn she'd stay with her in this fight. But they planned out a strategy later on, battle plans that could work to reach their end goal faster. Especially for big events like these. 

Now it was time to test it with Vi serving as a prop in the background. Like she was just another notch in the womanizer's infamous belt.

They both hated it but Vi knew it had to be done if they were going to outsmart and play around people who did it as easy as breathing. The misfits would have to fit in, no matter how much they felt they didn't belong.

Eventually Caitlyn gave in after Vi explained it but she heavily insisted they also had stop words in place. Vi fondly rolled her eyes then and she was rolling her eyes fondly again now at Caitlyn's look. The hesitation was clear in her gaze.

"Go. I'll stay here with your dad."'

"...at least let me walk you to your table," Caitlyn sighed.

Vi furrowed her brows, unsure. They would be skirting around the edges of the wolves' den already. 

Then Vi could see the mask being put in place. The wolf shedding the skin of the lamb. Caitlyn's jaw was set with her shoulders pulled back. 

One hand moved gracefully to grab a wine glass from a passing butler. She held out her other hand to Vi with a familiar smirk.

Vi was scaroused , admittedly, so she distracted herself by picking up Caitlyn's dad who fell silent, knowing the part he had to play now. Vi figured it was time for a heart to heart with him if there was a chance. 

.

Yet Tobias slowly stood to his full height, moving away from Vi. "Cait -

"Enjoy the dinner, father," Caitlyn shrugged before she pulled Vi along, "I'll be with you in a moment to catch up with Lord Desmond and his wife."

Vi watched the man nod before he grabbed another drink. Then he was gone, a lamb marching right back into the den. Vi couldn't help wondering if there were more plays for his hand like Caitlyn's too. Especially when the wolves, instead of devouring, trailed behind Tobias with big hungry smiles.

Vi moved to sit but a gloved hand grabbed the chair first. Vi frowned but didn't react when Caitlyn pulled her chair back. 

Vi sat down, heart hammering when Caitlyn leaned down to whisper again in her ear while she played it off with placing the table napkin across her lap.

"When it gets too much, just say 'Commander' and I'll stop this farce."

Vi toyed with the cloth. They knew what was coming now. "Do what you have to do, cupcake."

"...I don't like it if it's hurting you."

Vi gave a barely noticeable shudder. "Our cities need a leader." And leaders had no room to be selfish, not when there were still people looking up to them.

Vi knew she got her point across when Caitlyn pulled away. She took a sip of her glass, throat parched as she watched her cupcake glide across the room. People then flocked to her. She witnessed Caitlyn laugh politely at one of the ladies' words. Saw an arm or three closely touching the gold lining the suit Vi picked out. Drawn to the smirk that should be reserved only for her and was now being given to another. 

Vi busied herself when a plate was put in front of her, along with an expensive bottle. The butler disappeared before Vi could ask but she caught two people, roughly around her age, across another table with the same bottle brand. 

They tipped their glasses up, a silent toast of solidarity. Sparing some sympathy.

Vi took a deep breath and poured herself a glass. Then she raised it up too, inviting the enemies to the table of the supposed broken hearted. As the nobles sat down, eyes betraying a hurt and resignation with longing and yearning sighs aimed in the direction of one Caitlyn Kiramman, Vi gave her best winsome and sympathetic smile too. 

She clinked their glasses together, drinking but unable to stop staring at the Tariost crests stitched in their fineries. 

But at least all was according to plan.

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Chapter 3: When given her favor, wear it with pride and great honor.

Vi pocketed her hands, staring up at the banners and flags proudly waved above. Colorful tents were stationed in each corner of the wide and spacious field. Carts and booths were also placed in strategic spots, where people were more likely to view the wares and services provided. 

At one tent by the horses, the line was the longest one she'd ever seen 

"What's up with them?" 

Caitlyn looked up from the flyer. "Ah. It's the line for the embroidery station." At Vi's blank look she elaborated. "Where handkerchiefs are sold and people can choose to have it customized with a unique embroidery."

"For what? Do Pilties need fancy cloths before blowing their noses?"

A chuckle escaped Caitlyn. "Not exactly." She glanced around, slightly craning her neck but Vi knew that was mostly for show. Her cupcake understood perfectly that she could spot anything over the heads of these people. Baring her neck was mostly for Vi's benefit. That seductive minx.

Vi crossed her arms and lightly grumbled. "Tall ass woman." Her fondly bitter tone shifted into admiration however when more 'tall ass women' passed them. And they were wearing armor.

Grey blue eyes looked over, gazing appreciatively and respectfully as the armors clanked with every motion. 

"Ah. I see you found the knights." Vi looked up and saw Caitlyn was also following the direction where they disappeared to. Only her appreciative glance over was a little too disrespectful for Vi's liking. There was even a small line of drool.

Shaking her head, she slugged her cupcake on the shoulder. "Easy there. You were talking about some knights and handkerchiefs?"

Caitlyn blinked and cleared her throat, blushing while subtly wiping her mouth. "Right. Yes. Well technically we call them favors. It began as a tradition from House Arvino," Caitlyn motioned to the sponsor's crest, "to offer them to a chosen knight. For good luck in the combat to come."

"Wait, you're telling me we're gonna watch pilties stab each other with swords?" From the flyer, Vi thought it was a festival or Demacian holiday thing. But it turned out, it was even better!

"More like trying to throw each other off their high horses while their sponsors place bets." She gestured languidly to the line of shields and lances being inspected by other knights. Then Caitlyn shook her head with a small giggle, offering her arm to the bewildered brawler.

Vi knew the drill and looped her arm around her cupcake while processing that information. "So just a fancier way of gambling then." 

"For some. Others use it to also settle disputes or disagreements too trivial for the council, like a scandal involving sleeping with so and so's spouse without consent." 

Vi snorted. "Really?"

"Some people just do not communicate properly or ignore established boundaries," Caitlyn shrugged, "at least this way, they'll let out steam that still borders on a 'civil' manner." Then she gestured with her head at a crest they passed by. "This could also be an opportunity for new houses to gather legitimacy or fame. Impress the nobles here with your skills and you might just attract more patrons."

Vi whistled appreciatively. "Huh. Not that different back home then." Making a name and getting everyone to remember it was the undercity's way of knowing who was not to be messed with and who was easy pickings.

Caitlyn smiled softly. "Not that different." She echoed. A bit pointedly.  

Vi crossed her arms with a shrug while her mind raced to old words. They sounded like they were spoken ages ago. 

"We're not monsters, you know. We're people, just like you."

Vi watched a group of kids run past them, carrying spinning toy flowers and laughing before getting scolded by fancier suited pilties. The children stopped, pouting, but obediently followed after the adults. The toys were abandoned on the ground. 

Vi approached, gently picking them up. "But not exactly the same, either." 

Caitlyn watched silently before she pulled her cloak tightly. They let the matter drop for now, walking after the group. 

Suddenly Caitlyn started a conversation with the nobles who were startled at the approach but happily welcomed a Kiramman in their midst. While they were occupied, Vi stealthily planted the toys in the bags and pockets of the stuffy adults. 

One kid with red hair and crystal blue eyes caught the action, gasping and looking wide-eyed at Vi. 

She shot her a wink before innocently returning to Caitlyn's side. Her cupcake smiled tightly before abruptly ending the conversation once she saw Vi was done. Leaving, Vi waited after the bowing and groveling before she giggled. 

Caitlyn matched the sound, filling Vi's heart with more warmth the sweltering sun couldn't manage to mimic. 

They started on the path leading to the stands and another assortment of tents. This time Vi spotted House Kiramman's crest along with the Lower Houses under the clan's name. She got to give House Torek credit, they had a good training regime as more knights of varying shapes and sizes looked ready to dominate the field. Vi was familiar with that fire of competitiveness. That urge to just win despite the seemingly unstoppable odds.

But they lacked a certain edge needed for survival.

Vi pocketed her hands, turning away before pausing amusingly. She noticed that her cupcake quickened their steps after politely offering a smile and nodding her support to each knight they passed who returned it simply with a leer or scoff. Vi did not envy the duties of the clan leader and all the politicking and punching restraint that came with it. 

But she did like the view of the next Lower House where another tall woman started doing stretches. A tall heavily muscled woman who, after one last stretch, picked up a cut log and broke it in half over her knee. The assistants and patrons around her clapped politely.

Vi blinked and unconsciously looked at her bicep. Insecurity stung but only a little since Caitlyn didn't spare the knight a glance. It helped that she only left Vi's side to greet an older woman who emerged from another tent bearing a hammer insignia. 

"Ximena!" Caitlyn pressed a kiss on the woman's gloved knuckle before she straightened up and smiled toothily. "It's been ages since I've seen you around here."

Vi felt a soft smile now tugging at her scarred lips, watching the two women chat. Judging by the break in fancy introductions, this woman was a close friend. She eyed the newcomer, who wore the traditional colors of House Kiramman. Around her neck was also a handkerchief with crocus embroidery. 

"Little Caitlyn, I hope you've been eating well." The woman's motherly voice was a sudden hit to Vi's heart. The kind that made a familiar mother-shaped hole weigh more heavily at this moment. Vi fought to get a grip on herself, especially when those kind eyes focused on her. 

"And dearest Miss Arcanum is with you. A pleasure to finally meet you."

It took a while to realize that was her. Well, technically the last name Vi had chosen when submitting some complicated paperwork. Her memory wandered amusedly to that time her cupcake accidentally used her last name and had blushed up a storm while amending her mistake. 

Because really. Imagine the chaos that would be unleashed if she was to be known as Violet Kiramman. Right? Better to stick with Violet Arcanum. 

Vi stepped forward and allowed the introductions to continue, letting Ximena lead with air kisses as expected of their stations. Ranks were everything with these people and while technically Vi was under the Kirammans, Ximena was placed higher due to seniority and what the Talis name had accomplished.

Once all the niceties were done with, Caitlyn gestured to the middle of the field. A wide yard divided by a set of rope and sacks. Horses were also tied and brushed dutifully by stablehands. "I don't suppose you'd do us an honor of dominating the tiltyards again?"

A soft tittering laugh escaped the older woman. "Ah you jokester. Sadly, my jousting days are behind me ever since…" she trailed off, tracing the crocus embroidery. She said nothing more, merely shaking her head while looking up at Caitlyn with unshed tears. "Now, I'm content with training and introducing the new ones to Lord Arvino's games."

She glanced at Vi. "Will you be representing your house? A spot opened up today when one of the knights had an unfortunate case of…well," Ximena lowered her voice, "heartbreak."

Vi was startled at the question. "Oh. Uh…" Vi looked helplessly at her cupcake who also froze in place. Really helpful. 

She also didn't like the dilation of a sapphire pupil. No doubt that horndog of a woman was imagining things that were definitely not suitable for this conversation. Elbowing her cupcake, Vi tried to mask the nervousness in her tone as she joked, "Caitlyn still didn't mention anything past throwing me inside the carriage."

Caitlyn shook her head, glaring at Vi. "I did no such thing." 

Okay, true. Vi was the one who wanted to visit the place after spotting the invite in their mail. Her cupcake's features turned contemplative however before she faced Ximena Talis again. 

"But to answer your question, I will be representing House Arcanum today."

…what?

Vi gaped but Ximena didn't seem surprised. She just picked up a clipboard and snapped her metal fingers. Assistants came forward, carrying a set of asymmetrical armor and leading a white horse to them. Another trailed behind, lugging a blue lance. "I know you're familiar with the basics but it's still protocol. I'd run you through them with the others once you're suited."

"Excellent." Vi was still gaping while Caitlyn removed her cape and gloves, setting them aside on a bench while she put on the Rennzueg armor. Branded into the metal was a familiar set of crossed keys but oddly enough, they didn't look new like the other armors they passed by.

Ximena seemed to catch Vi's eye and smiled, leaning closer while Caitlyn was occupied expecting the lance. "It's her mother's."

Vi's features softened before she rolled her shoulders, trying not to let her voice crack. "Okay. So what do I have to do?"

Ximena gave another motherly smile that increased the urge to sob. Fortunately before Vi could, she looked away to point at the stands with her pen. "House Arvino has already set up the booths for the patrons. You can find your seat over there." 

They both glanced at the packed benches. Vi huffed a laugh. "Any chance to grab a stool instead?"

The old woman hummed. "It's your first tournament. I'd rather you have the full experience." She gestured to another assistant, who stopped picking his nose and scrambled to approach. Ximena jotted something down before she ripped the piece of paper and handed it to him. "Please take this to Axel and Rosa. But be discreet."

Vi watched the teenager scatter to obey the orders before she gazed at the older woman with a raised brow. Ximena simply smiled. 

Then the chatterboxes high above came to life as a man with a monocle stood in the announcer's stand. "Oi! Oi! Do my eyes deceive me? Is that young Kiramman entering the yard after so long? Will she return with an unbeatable streak?"

Vi blinked as the nobles from the stands suddenly perked up. She was unnerved at the onslaught of gazes but even more overwhelmed when they zeroed on Caitlyn who paused in outfitting her armor. Like a deer caught in a sniper's sights.

Then the nobles went wild, murmuring and shrieking and yelling to change their bets. Vi also noticed the ones close to their age started checking their pockets as if looking for something. 

"Favors, get your favors right here!" A woman called out, standing in front of a new cart with the Talis crest while waving handkerchiefs. Beside her, a tiny metal machine with a fancy hat held up a sewing needle and a sample embroidered violet. 

Nobles started racing towards them, leaving the stands short of a few who stayed. Vi blinked and gaped at Ximena.

The woman just smirked, gently patting Vi on the shoulder before gesturing to the now available seats. Vi chuckled and thanked her before climbing up. 

She sat down in one corner, getting a good view of the field. Amusedly, she watched the panic happening all around. It was like watching chickens ruffling their feathers and clucking about.

A soft clearing of the throat pulled Vi away from watching the flock. Beside her was a woman with long ginger hair covered with a veiled hat. She was offering a handkerchief to Vi with a blue daisy embroidery.

"I have a spare."

"Uh, thanks." Vi accepted the item, staring at it.

"...you offer it to your chosen knight." The woman's tone turned coy. "I'd presume it's someone from House Kiramman?"

Vi blushed. "Right." Past the craziness that just happened, Vi was still reeling from the fact Caitlyn wanted to represent her. Crazy woman. She toyed with the cloth, imagining where Caitlyn would wear it. Probably used it to tie her hair. Vi knew this was a spontaneous thing and so she didn't have a hair tie with her. 

Unless her cupcake planned this thing. Pfft. But Vi doubted it. She eyed the leader of house Kiramman listening attentively to Ximena. By Janna it was distracting seeing that focused gaze and determined set of her jaw. 

Then a sapphire eye found Vi's. 

A look was shared. One that Vi definitely shouldn't read as anything more because…well…that was just Caitlyn right? Sometimes she did random and stupid confusing shit. With this one being a top in the 'What the fuckery fuck, cupcake?' list Vi kept. 

There was a reason she still called Caitlyn a rich unhinged mongoose. 

"This is just for show though," Vi ended up admitting to this stranger. Which should not be a good move. No one should be trusted up here but she felt like this lady could be. It was just a gut feeling. 

The woman tilted her head to the side before angling her body to see Vi. "If you say so."

Vi nodded. "So, uh, who's your champ?" 

But of course the pitlie didn't answer immediately. There were hoops to jump through first. Typical. "You're from Zaun. Correct?"

Zaun. It was strange hearing the name. And from anyone else at topside aside from her cupcake. "Yep," Vi decided to be cordial. For now.

"Do you know Marko?"

Vi wracked her head. There were no last names in Zaun and usually it took a bit more digging to get the right name to match the right person. "I'm guessing he ain't a yordle or a Vastaya?"

"He's Shuriman." Vi noted the dreamy tone tinging the noble's voice. "He's an apprenta for a Lower House. House Volkage."

Vi's brows shot up. She only knew one chembaron who went by that name. Though she couldn't believe he had the guts to show up here and had his name plastered on the board. Then Vi tensed up at another name on the roster. 

Because Marko Volkage was about to face cupcake.

A soft but strong hand gripped her wrist before Vi could stand to warn Caitlyn. "He won't cheat or do anything nefarious if that's what you're thinking. He's not like that. Not unlike the rest of my peers and their chosen knights. Whatever happens will be a fair outcome."

Vi gritted her teeth, pulling away. "You can't honestly believe -

"I believe him." The woman's lips curled up. Vi heard the determination and faith clear as day. And something more familiar. Something that stopped Vi from yelling at Caitlyn to be careful. 

Because it was a look Vi knew she wore whenever she heard Caitlyn's snort or saw her flash that tooth gapped smile after solving the newspaper crossword. A look that Vi definitely shouldn't be having but did.

"...you love him."

Course it wasn't simple up here. It was practically the law to make everything else complicated. Vi still understood the truth despite the lady avoiding the answer, who just placed her hands neatly on her lap. 

"Your knight," she tilted her head at Caitlyn, "could do with a favor. As luck. You should go."

Vi didn't move a muscle. "Don't you want her to lose?"

"...I think no matter the outcome, it wouldn't change my feelings for my knight." The lady whispered softly. Then she chuckled. "And besides, I'd rather not witness her pouting. Caitlyn is many things but a gracious loser is not one of them."

The use of cupcake's first name wasn't much of a shock. No, it was the familiarity in those words. 

Nostalgia. 

"Huh," was all Vi could say as she stared at another one of Caitlyn's exes. But the smile she saw was a fond one. Like spilling a friend's harmless secret. The kind of shit real friends pulled.

Vi found herself smiling at that because yeah, she knew her cupcake was really competitive. Always insisting on "one more round" after she lost too many games of strip poker or jostling "by accident" the Mercantile Cartel board and sending the tiny figurines and fake cogs flying.

Caitlyn hated losing but it was a side of her few people saw. 

Vi tapped her knee, eyeing the woman. "Does she always stomp her foot when her plans don't go the way she wanted them to?"

The lady huffed a soft chuckle, turning away. "That or she lets out a swear." The lady tucked one leg over the other. "And yet, maybe her loss could be good for everyone. Changes are happening left and right, no matter how hard my people cling to the past." She gestured to the betting boxes. Vi didn't need to see the crossed keys to know who they were betting on. But if this was anything like back home…

Vi raised a brow. "What happens if everyone who bet on one knight loses?"

"The proceeds will be kept by House Arvino, who will be using them for relief funds." The woman hummed. "Do you have any suggestions where to start, however? Marko has always been vague when he shows me the documents and restructuring proposals."

As expected from a chembaron. But despite the anger boiling within her, Vi managed to keep her temper in check. "Focus on food, water, and shelter down in Zaun. Better you find a woman named Babette and a man named Jericho." Vi clenched her hands into her fists before she huffed, "Your chembaron's no knight in shining armor."

"I know." 

Another surprise but Vi was starting to suspect this one was a misfit as her cupcake. And misfits stuck together. Good or ill. 

And this lady… had a look about her when watching the knights lining up and bearing the flags of noble houses. Like she wanted her people to respect her too and would do anything to achieve it. Heck, not just a want but a hunger.

Vi understood a hunger all in the name of survival. And she was seeing it now. A wolf in the making, baring its jaws and sighting prey. A dream. A goal.

But Vi learned that kind of dream had a price early on, one she'd never pay again since the price costed family. Her loved ones. 

She fiddled with the handkerchief before she pursed her lips. Maybe she could stop a new friend from making the same mistake. 

"I didn't get your name, by the way. I'm Vi. Nice to meet you." A name was a start. Then she'll have Caitlyn look into her new friend while Vi uncovered how much string-pulling was involved with Marko Volkage. Or how much of it was the other way around.

"...I shouldn't even be here." The lady sighed but gave a small smile. "But I did enjoy talking to you. I am -

"Lady Arvino." A man approached, scowling at Vi briefly before he aimed it at the noble. "Councillor Arvino is worried sick looking for you." He scolded like the pilities from earlier. But instead of a kid he was reprimanding a grown ass woman.

Vi glared. Then she balked when her new friend was already moving to stand. She definitely didn't like the slump in her shoulders. Especially the murmurs and the eyes from some of the nobles around them who looked at the exchange with something akin to cold amusement. Ever hungry for gossip. 

And that was only feeding the wolf, chip-chipping away at the lamb.

So Vi held out her hand, feeling a protectiveness flare up. "Easy there, buddy. She just got here."

And there was the dirty look. Something familiar. Vi was good with familiarity. She adjusted in her seat, letting the pin in her vest catch in the light. This wolf, more of a tiny dog really, missed the territorial marking. He was more surprised Vi had spoken up in the first place it seemed.

Which was good. Vi spotted her cupcake over his shoulder and grinned wider. This piltie's getting the surprise of a lifetime.

"This doesn't concern you, you -

She just had to keep him talking. Buy cupcake time. 

"Don't get your fancy tie in a twist. My new friend and I," Vi interrupted before she wrapped an arm around the lady, "just wanted to ogle at the knights in peace." 

It was either the proximity breaking some piltie etiquettes or the words themselves but Vi didn't care what got the jerk looking red in the face. So long it stayed that way. Better if he busted a vein too. 

"Good heavens," bit out Mister Scowly Mcgee. Barely stopping himself from yelling. Heh. 

Vi shrugged casually. "Careful there, Piltover always talked big about barking too loud." 

And the dog posing as a wolf didn't like that one bit. His hands shook at his sides as he towered over Vi. "Watch your tongue or I shall have it removed."

"Better yet," a familiar accented voice cut in, "you reutilize yours correctly and I can forget you just disrespected favored members of House Kiramman and Arvino."

All eyes turned to Caitlyn down at the stands. Vi was more amused how quickly the color drained on this guy's punchable face than anything. Vi sat back with a grin, watching her new favorite play. Paired with the armor, Vi dared not hide how disrespectfully she was looking at Caitlyn now.

She was a weak woman. Sue her!

Though her amusement died a bit when she noticed the lady sighing forlornly at Caitlyn's arrival. Like she was…embarrassed Caitlyn was ready to fight her battles for her.

Vi tilted her head but she didn't get to ask because Tie Uptighty instantly backtracked.

"M-My lady. I did not mean -

"To talk that way to Vi or Piltover's most obedient daughter?!" Caitlyn raised a finely sharp brow. She also raised her voice. Unable to help it, Vi supposed. Her cupcake's temper was always in a bottle. Only exploding once idiots unfortunate enough kept shaking it past limits.

Vi adjusted in her seat as her cupcake's tone turned darker. More dangerous. Hot too but that was a given. 

"For someone of your station, Lord Adalbert, I hope not or Councillor Arvino himself would have strong words to say when I -

"Councillor Kiramman," the woman beside Vi cut in. Her tone was sharp but still polite. Vi was amazed at the duality but more confused. Because what was her new friend doing? Caitlyn was about to make this jerk cry and wet his pants!

And yet the lady continued, "My brother made a mistake. One he has learned now after your public berating." Her words were simple and firm but carried an obvious note of disappointment. Like Caitlyn losing her cool was the bad thing here.

Vi gawked while Caitlyn spluttered in clear confusion too. "But he -

"I appreciate your company in different circumstances, truly, but I must go before my father worries long." She stood, leaving with the punchable chihuahua who shot Vi's cupcake a smug triumphant look. 

Then they were gone. Caitlyn stomped her foot once before pressing her hand against her forehead. "Shit. I forgot she alway did that."

Vi shook her head. She noticed the nobles continued to murmur amongst themselves. Those gossipers. Caitlyn noticed too. Only she could shoot them a glare and they would scatter, pretending to busy themselves with their handkerchiefs.

Vi sighed and glanced down at her cupcake. She wore a confused and frustrated look. The kind when there was a puzzle that she had yet to solve but knew there were pieces that were beyond her grasp. Lucky Vi had a few bits of that picture. 

Approaching the edge, she leaned against the stand's railing. "Yeah. I would look pissed too when you look at me like I can't handle myself."

Caitlyn snapped her head up. Vi was definitely glad for the height change thanks to her perch. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Vi laughed, raising her palms. "But her loss. You know I like your hero act shining through."

Something in her words pierced through Caitlyn though. All bravado was lost. "It's not an act, Vi. I only wanted to help."

"I only wanted to help!"

"I told you to stay away!"

Vi recoiled at the sudden memory. Visceral. Painful. Regret and guilt coiled and roiled deep in her gut and heart. The sting followed. She gripped the railing, threatening to make the wood crack.

Yet a gauntleted hand grounded her. "Vi?"

She opened her eyes, forced herself to see Caitlyn and not a crying girl with blue hair. 

Vi groaned, squeezing lightly before changing the subject. Eyes were still on them. "I'm fine."

"You could have fooled me," Caitlyn snarked. 

Vi chuckled despite herself and the lingering pain in her chest. "Not trying to. Just don't want to lose my head. Someone has to be if you're getting into a shouting match in public." 

"I - grr. Fine. Fair point," Caitlyn ran a hand through her hair. "But the social faux pas will be forgotten soon enough. This city has a short memory."

That was true. Already Vi noticed the nobles' gazes transferred to a group of House Torek knights walking around without shirts.

But Vi wasn't done getting her point across, whispering to Caitlyn. "What happened with the lady…sometimes, the kind of help in your mind is not what everyone needs. Some just don't need or want a knight in shining armor coming to save them. Alright?"

But like Vi said. It was another's loss. 

"...duly noted." Caitlyn stared, assessing. The puzzle pieces now in her grasp but it still didn't form the picture Caitlyn had in her head. Vi supposed it was enough they were doing the puzzle together. Then in a surprising move, Caitlyn abandoned the potential mystery. Her attention was all on Vi. "Do you want to talk?"

"We are talking right now," Vi quipped but raised her hands up with a chuckle. 

She could talk, but just not about that. Not now. She needed something funnier to lighten the mood and tension in her cupcake's shoulders. Vi didn't want to focus more on herself than what she already was doing. 

And yet at Caitlyn's look, Vi caved. "But fine. Let's talk about her again. That was ex number four?" 

She got her cupcake's glower at the change of subject. Luckily she still humored Vi. "Three," Caitlyn corrected before she grimaced. "And fling. How many times -

"Same thing," Vi grinned and quickly added before Caitlyn could start, expression morphing into a serious one. "She's trustworthy." Well, trustworthy as another ally in the fight for peace. Or trustworthy as another chembaron puppet. Still counted because of their predictability.

Caitlyn pursed her lips, looking torn whether to press or not the conversation Vi exchanged. But it seemed she chose not to pry when she sighed. 

"Yes, I suppose I can look into her. But you should know I can't approach her directly ever since her overprotective father nearly stabbed me with a cane sword."

Vi raised a brow, unsurprised to hear that but she knew there was just more to that story like all the other ones Caitlyn told.

"... because I may have "deflowered" his daughter in my family's garden instead of a more "proper" location." 

That was more like her cupcake. And Vi incredulously snickered at one thing that didn't add up for her. "What? He's more mad you two did it outside and not inside?" Her amusement doubled at the blush coating those kissable cheeks.

"Propriety dictates all private matters must be kept as such," Caitlyn shrugged. "I learned my lesson, regardless. My mother had been with Lord Arvino that time too." 

Vi finally let out a laugh. She could imagine it. "I'll say it again. You're a rich unhinged mongoose."

"And you're still an angry oil slick," Caitlyn automatically shot back. Then paused, considering. "Actually, more of a pretty punchy bunny."

Vi nearly doubled over but steadied herself on the railing. She glared. Then a beat passed. "Why bunny?"

Caitlyn smirked. She leaned closer, armor chinking with the movement. Then she pulled herself up the railing. 

Damn cupcake's height. 

Vi blushed as Caitlyn now easily reached her ear. "You squeak when I'm eating you."

"...fuck you," Vi whispered with a horrified look, pushing her away. Armored boots reached the ground as her cupcake nearly tripped. She grabbed her hand, steadying her.

Caitlyn was still giggling, eye flashing with mirth. "Later." Then her expression shifted into smug determination. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a bout to win."

Vi scowled and felt the urge to toss something at her. She settled with the handkerchief. Though when Vi smacked it against cupcake's armor, Caitlyn grasped the end before she wrapped it around her right hand. 

Then she dragged the handkerchief across her cheek, not breaking eye contact.

Weird pilite. Vi stared, unimpressed. "You're supposed to wear it."

"...it's a favor?" Caitlyn smiled. Like she needed to hear the confirmation.

Another snort came from Vi before she leaned forward and flicked her unhelmeted head. "Whatever it's called, I'm told to give it to my chosen knight. For bad luck."

Caitlyn frowned, rubbing the spot. "You mean for good luck."

"Nope," Vi smirked. "Sometimes you gotta be humbled, cupcake. Lose for me, will you? Thanks."

Caitlyn grimaced, staring skyward. "You're impossible."

"Hey. It's also for a good cause." If what that Lady Arvino said was true. But Vi was willing to take that risk. "Plus, I have to admit it now, Cait. You can get way into winning sometimes. Don't pout. You know I'm right."

Yet Caitlyn did exactly that. 

Before Vi actually caved and backtracked on her request, the bell rang calling for all competitors. Specifically, the first set of knights.

An assistant approached her cupcake, handing a helmet. Then Vi watched and raised a brow when Caitlyn replaced the scellet's plume with the cloth.

"The things I do for you," was the last thing Caitlyn muttered before she stepped back into the field.

The stands returned to a packed state as the audience chased after the knight, sighing and groaning when Caitlyn didn't look back. Vi crossed her arms at their dejected looks but wasn't surprised they started getting another knight's attention. 

Though Vi's gaze wandered to another boxed seat some paces ahead. Near the announcer's stand.

Lady Arvino curtseyed in front of an older noble who instantly engulfed her in a hug. Then he started to leave, waving away bewildered merchants and peers. She trailed behind yet lingered to gaze down below.

Vi tracked her line of sight and found one of the knights staring back. A handkerchief with an embroidered hyacinth was also tied to the helmet. 

Then the lady left.

Vi's heart squeezed in sympathy before her eyes found Caitlyn's look. She caught the exchange too. 

And Vi already saw the gears working in her cupcake's head. Finding her gaze one last time was all the confirmation she needed to know the outcome of this bout. 

Caitlyn donned her helmet, touching the handkerchief briefly before hefting the lance and her shield.

The bell rang.Vi's heart skipped. Everyone cheered. Horses whinnied. Another bell rang. The knights charged from opposite ends, lances ready and shields up.

Then to everyone but Vi's shock, Caitlyn threw herself off her horse before she could even reach her bewildered opponent.

A beat passed before the bell rang again. No one moved and reacted despite the signal ending the round. While the silence that followed was deafening, Vi threw her head back with laughter. "Fucking unhinged mongoose." Then she stood, clapping.

She was one of the only two who did.