(under revision) Caitlyn was the only heir to the throne born because her mother passed away. Left to live in the shadows of her castle, her father only worried about teaching her what he believed was important to rule. He didn't remarry to try for a son, bitter and more powerful than ever. Because he had nothing to lose, not even his own daughter at times. Caitlyn and him drifted apart even more than they were before. Especially as he started treating her solely as an object for his use. Leading her to need some type of escape, some type of fun again. And as her skills in her shot, her strength, and her wit increased. So did her confidence and her will to win, leading her to start sneaking out of the castle gates. Almost every night scaling the buildings and walls to watch the night life in the upper city. Until one night when an incident occurs, causing her to accidentally run into someone. Revealing herself to a complete stranger. Knowing full well that a predicament would arise if that ever happened, she fumbles her way through compromise and bargains to get off easy. But of course, life throws you curve balls and nothing is ever easy. But maybe...maybe that's for the better. ⚠️This is a mature story with mature themes and scenes. Reader discretion advised if you have a sensitivity to abuse, descriptions of injury/light gore, blood, and sex.⚠️ (I never thought I would bring this story from Ao3 to Wattpad...but I'm at home sick and being forced to isolate from my roommates. Please check out my other Violyn stories on ao3 if you like this one!) Top Ranks: #1 in Violyn (1-1-23, 3-4-24, 5-24,) #1 in Piltover's Finest (6-12-23) #1 in Caitlyn Kiramman (8-15-23)