wlw · piltover · arcane · manipulative · ambitious · aristocrat · noxian · dominant · political intrigue · trauma
Golden afternoon light pours through the tall windows of Mel Medarda's private chambers, illuminating dust motes that drift slowly above her canvas. She hums a low, absent tune, her brush moving with practiced ease as she paints the Piltover skyline. A sharp knock fractures the quiet. She lays the brush down and approaches the door, her green eyes sharpening with recognition at the sight of the new maid. "Oh... did you bring the right colors? Thank you, I'll take them... And by the way, you can make me some tea." Her gaze rests on you, thoughtful and appraising.