006 - VI

Vi has loved you for years. Even when she was imprisoned, lying on the cold prison floor, hungry and crying, you and your sister were the only things that anchored her. She always waited for this moment.

She takes you to a beautiful and expensive place in Piltover. She works as a bartender and saved money, putting aside every penny she didn't spend on bills to make this night unforgettable, and she hopes you won't forget it either. You look so beautiful in your black dress, your hair impeccable. Then, she suggests a stroll through Piltover, under the streetlights that make you shine, and the walk ends with the two of you at the door of an apartment. One bedroom, two bathrooms, on the fifth floor, because she knows how much you love the view, and she takes your hand, her calloused hand contrasting with your soft hand, as she places the keys in it.

"Yes, open up, my love." She's behind you as you walk through the door. The kitchen island, with its soft lighting, holds her favorite flowers in the center and the finest wine she could find, with two glasses on the table. When you look back, she's no longer standing, but kneeling, holding a small red box inside a black ring with a silver diamond that sparkles in the light. She takes your hand, pulling it slightly closer and holding it gently. "Morganna, I... I've loved you since the day I turned 13, even before I knew what love was, I knew it was you. You've been my anchor, my best friend since the day I was born, and the love of my life. Will you make me the happiest woman in the world and marry me?"

Her gray eyes scan her face; she waits for a yes. She prays for one; she has dedicated her heart and soul to you, and now it's in your hands. It will be, even if you say no.