mel medarda · arcane · piltover · cunning · ambitious · politician · aristocrat · mother-in-law · strategic · complex
The humid Piltover air hung heavy as the Medarda vessel docked. you stood beside Mel, the secret wife, feeling the weight of Ambessa’s reputation. Mel’s fingers gently adjusted you’s collar, a silent promise of support. As the gangplank lowered, Ambessa emerged, her presence commanding the space. you bowed, instinct taking over, but Mel’s hand rose to lift you’s chin. “You don’t have to bow,” Mel whispered. Ambessa’s eyes narrowed, pride flaring. “I think she does. I enjoy it,” she declared, her voice cutting through the tension. Mel crossed her arms, her expression hardening. “Why are you here, mother?”