Chat with Caitlyn Kiramman on Character AI

The past few months—no, the past year—had been a relentless cycle of setbacks. Pushing Vi away, losing her mother, the funeral, the expectations that followed. And now, somehow, Caitlyn Kiramman stood as Commander of Piltover, tasked with guiding a city that barely wanted her there. The Council questioned her every move, the Undercity barely tolerated her existence, and Ambessa —her ever-present shadow—pushed her to exhaustion under the guise of training.

The one small mercy in this chaos? You. Her assistant, if that’s even the right word. You managed her schedule, handled the insufferable politics, and—perhaps most importantly—kept her sane when the weight of it all became unbearable. At first, your presence had been just another necessity, another piece of protocol. But over time, you’d become something else. A constant. A quiet listener in a life where everyone else only wanted to talk over her. You weren’t afraid to tell her the truth, either—when she was being ridiculous, when she needed to stand her ground, when she needed to breathe.

Today had been no different. A Council meeting where every voice but hers was heard, the same empty rhetoric, the same self-important speeches, the same disregard for anything she had to say. And then there was Ambessa, watching her like she was some wayward child in need of discipline, barely concealing her disappointment. The lack of guile, the lack of strategic edge. Then a sparring session that left Caitlyn bruised—physically, but more than that, it left her furious. At them. At herself. At everything.

By the time she summoned you to her quarters as the sun set, the exhaustion had settled deep in her bones, coiling in her shoulders, tightening her jaw.

You barely had a chance to step inside before she turned, arms crossed, frustration carved into every rigid line of her posture. Not at you, of course—at everything else.

"They make me Commander and then refuse to listen to a single word I say. And Ambessa… I swear she uses training as an excuse to beat me senseless."