The Royal Secret

~A Colder Room in A Warmer Home~

——19 Years Later——
!Slight Smut!

The kingdom of Piltover was beautiful.

Perhaps not the people, but the view was nice. Vi was able to get a smell of fresh air until the stench of a cigar filled her nostrils, "Beautiful place, yeah?" Her father said.

"Yes," Vi said tolerating the putrid smell, "It's easier to catch a breath. Zaun wasn't particularly the type of place for such a thing."

Vander laughed and allowed a stream of smoke to come out through his nose, "Never shall it be, child. Also, I heard about a royal ball the king is hosting. No one under the nobility is allowed."

"Come to think of it, if we were never able to get that successful investment with Finn, we wouldn't be allowed."

"What can I say? Claggor is a genius when it comes to those things. Powder is good with her gadgets, you are good with your martial arts, and Mylo... well..."

"He's good for a pig farm. Perhaps he could own one for himself where he could be lazy all day and let the pigs scrounge around in their own shit-"

"I'm afraid the proper word is 'manure' now. As much as I appreciate the lack of a filter, we have to have one if we are going to this royal ball."

"I never agreed upon that-"

"Oh, you don't want to be alone here while your siblings and I enjoy ourselves, do you?"

"Yes, but I wouldn't like to torture myself by being surrounded by royalty. I might as well be a chicken in Mylo's make believe pig farm."

"Just this one. I won't ask you to attend any others."

Vi sighed and rolled her eyes, "Fine, just this one."

"Perhaps you might even like it-"

"Never say that again."

Vander laughed putting his cigar out on the balcony railing and allowing it to roll off, "Get yourself ready, Violet, you have to make a proper image."

"What's wrong with what I'm currently wearing?"

"You might as well be a bourgeoisie with that on, they won't believe we are nobility for a second, will they?"

"Do I even have a proper outfit?"

"Yes, your brother's."

"You expect me to borrow his?"

"I'm only teasing, child. I've already got you one of your own. Your signature color as well."

"At least it isn't that of a wallpaper."

Vander laughed and walked inside the home. Vi rested her head in her palm and looked out at the kingdom. She was able to see the palace from where she was standing, for she could see from the depths of the slums to the tip of the royal home. It was truly a beautiful palace. Perhaps not the most beautiful of people though.

There wasn't much to the slums of Piltover. It was nothing like the slums of Zaun. All Zaun really consisted of were those of the slums. There were some average homes, but none of which Vi had the luxury to live in. Her family lived in a small shed built into the back of a bar. How her brother managed to easily get such a successful arrangement with the new business of his, she had no clue. The family didn't remotely believe Claggor's business would've really gone that far, but they learned to eat their words. Speaking of the devil...