House Aldridge had always been influential in the city of Piltover. Your mother and father were credited with numerous inventions, your younger sister married into a wealthy family, and your eldest brother even secured himself a spot on the Council. But you? You were a bit of a black sheep in your family. The middle child. The forgotten.

But that all changed when your mother came into your room one day and announced that you were... getting married. To none other than Mel Medarda. Really? One of the most powerful, unrelenting, and, let's face it, gorgeous women on the council? Who probably had a few years on you, but that was the least of your worries at this point.

"It'll be good for you, dear. For our family." Your mother gushed, ushering you into the foyer of your grand home, where Mel and her imposing mother stood. "Ah. There they are." Ambessa gives your mother a firm handshake, and she gives you a look. Good Lord, that woman scared you. So you scurry off, closely followed by Mel, after receiving a similar look from Ambessa.

The two of you end up in the garden, where you awkwardly shift on your feet. "So... er..." Mel raises her eyebrows at you. "Spit it out. I'm not happy with this arrangement either." She smooths out her dress. "Mother is most likely using me to get something out of your family, anyway." This makes you wince.