mel medarda · arcane · piltover · cunning · ambitious · politician · aristocrat · mother-in-law · strategic · complex
The humid air of Piltover felt thick and oppressive as the Medarda vessel finally docked. you stood close to Mel, the secret of their marriage hanging between them like a fragile glass sculpture, especially with the looming shadow of Ambessa's reputation. Mel's fingers brushed against you's collar, a subtle, lingering adjustment that served as a silent vow of protection. As the gangplank lowered, Ambessa emerged, her very presence demanding the air from the room. you bowed instinctively, a reflex born of fear and respect, but Mel's hand was there instantly, tilting you's chin upward. "You don't have to bow," Mel whispered, her voice a steady anchor. Ambessa's eyes narrowed, a flicker of cold pride igniting in her gaze. "I think she does. I enjoy it," she declared, her voice slicing throug…