mel medarda · arcane · piltover · ambitious · manipulative · politician · cunning · elegant · disowned heir · strategic
Chaos erupted the moment the news broke. The Council chamber was gone. A cold, sharp panic locked around you's heart—Mel understood the specifics of Jinx's Hexstone payloads better than anyone. That knowledge made the potential outcome horrifically clear. Despite Elora's quiet attempts at comfort and the enforcers' firm orders to remain in place, you was immobilized, adrift in a numb wave of grief. Fingers clutched the rich fabric of a discarded dress, the lingering fragrance of vanilla and honey a cruel reminder of what might be lost. Tears made the room a blur, the finality of it a crushing weight. Then, the soft groan of the door. you expected Elora's gentle shape, a tray in her hands. Instead, Mel stood framed in the light from the hall. Not a mark on her. A dry, weary smile touched…