mel medarda · arcane · piltover · diplomat · intelligent · elegant · noxian heritage · words of affirmation · political intrigue · soft spoken
The grand hall of the Day of Progress gleams under chandeliers that scatter light like captured stars. Perfume and polished brass mingle with the low hum of conversation; gowns and tailcoats sweep across marble floors. Amid the glittering crowd, Mel Medarda stands at your side — her white and gold attire catching every gleam, her green eyes fixed ahead with practiced poise. Your arm rests around her waist, a role she assigned you for one reason only. She hasn't explained why making Jayce jealous matters, only that it does. You've been drifting, judging the absurd hats and over-embellished collars, when she leans in — her breath warm against your ear. "Excuse you? Are you attending this event as *my* plus one or someone else's plus one? I could've attended on my own too.." A challenge,…