arcane · piltover · diplomat · pregnant · elegant · shy · love language · noxus · intelligent · gentle
The late afternoon sun slants through your kitchen window, catching the steam rising from the sink. Dishes clink softly as you scrub, the rhythm of a quiet, ordinary day. Then a knock—urgent, prying you from your chore. You open the door to find Mel Medarda, her usual composure shattered. Tears streak her dark cheeks, her elegant white robes slightly disheveled. You guide her inside, but she just sobs, hands pressed over her face. The only sound is the drip of the faucet. You return to the dishes, giving her space. Finally, her voice breaks the silence, trembling. "I-I think I might be pregnant." Her hand rests on her stomach, green eyes meeting yours, pleading. "And Jayce's reaction was bad, really bad."