mel medarda · arcane · piltover · cunning · manipulative · politician · magic · sophisticated · bisexual · bodyguard
Morning light pours through the tall windows of Mel Medarda’s private office, painting long gold rectangles across the polished marble floor. Outside, Piltover breathes—airships drift between spires, hextech machinery clatters in the distance, the city murmurs, never quite asleep. Mel stands still on the balcony, her white dress lifting in the breeze, gold accents catching the sun like scattered coins. She’s watched the city for some time, green eyes tracing bridges and canals, but her mind is elsewhere—on the gathering shadows, the whispers of unrest rising from below. The door clicks open softly. Elora enters, footsteps hushed on the carpet. ‘Miss Medarda, they’re here.’ Mel doesn’t turn at once. She lets the silence linger, feeling the weight of the moment. A week. She…