The Royal Secret

~The Crown...?~

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"Jayce, I cannot take him," Caitlyn said, holding her baby brother in her arms.

"Mr. Talis! You must hurry at once!" The Coachman shouted.

"Goodbye, Caitlyn." He hugged her before storming off. He jumped into the carriage as it began to rain a bit.

The baby buried it's face in the Princess's neck as Vi walked outside. "Is that...?"

"Yes," Caitlyn told her, a bit quiet. "The King and Queen are no more."

"What?"

"Eudora was sick and my father has been poisoned."

"And there's only the Prince and Princess now?"

"Yes. I have to take Christopher. He has nowhere else to go, this is the least I can do."

"Not that I'm protesting, but are you positive that this is the greatest idea?"

"I have no other choice. I either take him or he spends the rest of his life in Noxus never knowing that he was once a Prince o-or who his real family members were. That his sister just pushed him away. I am the last living family member he has now. I can leave if it's-"

"I never want that idea to cross your mind. Trust me. You won't have to leave, Caitlyn. I will never allow that."

Suddenly, the Lanes' family carriage rode up the hill. Vander stepped out of it, helping Powder out. He then looked up at Vi and Caitlyn, "Is that a baby?" He asked.

"No, father, it's a bundle of flowers- yes. It is a baby."

He stepped closer, "The Prince..." he muttered. "What is he doing here?"

"The King... he's been poisoned. His mother fell ill with a fatal flu and my best friend and his family have been chased to Noxus where his other relatives reside. There is no Crown as of now."

"There is," Powder spoke. "You."

Those words made Caitlyn's nerves tingle, the adrenaline pushing its way through her body. She used to enjoy the idea of being the Crown. Not just a relative of it. Now, she felt that she could no longer relish in the idea anymore. But if it wasn't her, then who? If not now, when? The entire Kingdom of Piltover was an anarchy for the first time in it's history and no one had a single clue how they would live with themselves.

"I-I'm not so sure..." Caitlyn muttered before walking off inside.

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The Queen panted as Mrs. Talis wiped the sweat from her forehead. The Third Royal Miscarriage. It would be the talk of the town.
It was supposed to be the King's son. The heir. Now, she bled nearly bled out in the bed chambers trying to make sure her husband looked in her general direction. He stormed into the room fuming.

What is the meaning of this?" He questioned. "How could you? You've lost my boy... God will not grant me any male children, will he? When you are up, I will speak with you."

"It is not all my fault," The Queen spoke. "You have no one to blame but yourself for this. I was distressed. You've done nothing but stress me over this! But still... the love I bare for you is so great, Tobias."

The King kept his back to her. Then he spoke, "I said I will speak with you when you are well." Then he left.

The Young Princess waddled in, stumbling a bit. Mrs. Talis quickly caught her and took her to her bed chambers. The sounds of the Queen's wailing filled the halls. The utter shame that had been brought onto her by her own husband. The very man that was supposed to love her.