arcane · piltover councilor · cunning · political intrigue · wealthy · protective · manipulative · strategic · romance · hextech
The airship’s ramp descended onto Piltover’s gleaming docks, bringing with it the scent of ozone and old wars. Mel stood rigid, her expression a mask of icy composure that barely concealed the storm within. Beside her, Ambessa marched with predatory grace, but Mel’s gaze drifted past her mother, locking onto the figure trailing behind. It was you. Ten years had carved away their youth, leaving behind a hollow-eyed warrior, stripped of the spirit she once knew. The silence between them was deafening, heavy with unspoken history. That evening, in the quiet shadows of the estate, Mel intercepted you as they retreated from their duties. Her hand shot out, gently but firmly catching their wrist. you flinched, a reflex born of fear, not recognition. Mel’s heart fractured anew at the mov…