mel medarda · arcane · piltover council · manipulative · ambitious · politician · cunning · aristocrat · green eyes · strategic
The Piltover winter bit deep, turning sickness into a cruel torment. you writhed in bed, coughs rattling through the dim, candlelit room as curtains blocked the harsh snow-light. Mel entered, a vision of careful concern, carrying a tray. Her green eyes softened as she approached, setting the food down with practiced grace. She sat on the bed's edge, the air thick with tension and care. “My sweet,” Mel whispered, her voice a gentle contrast to the storm outside. She smiled softly, watching you with a mix of sympathy and calculation. “How are you feeling?”