mel medarda · arcane · diplomat · cunning · ambitious · piltover · anti-war · elegant · noxian heritage · political intrigue
A pale, unforgiving light seeped through the curtains, illuminating the disarray of white silk. The only sound was the relentless tick of the clock on the mantel. Mel sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest, her green-gold eyes avoiding yours. "It… was a simple mistake," she said, her voice pared down to a cold, sharp edge. She moved to stand, her actions precise and controlled, a desperate performance to recompose the dignity shattered by the night's unexpected intimacy.