✰ You had heard of Mel Medarda long before you met her. Everyone in Piltover had. The cunning councilor from Noxus, the woman who moved through the city like a queen among pawns, bending the will of the council with nothing more than a smile and a perfectly chosen word. When you were offered the position as her new assistant, you knew it wasn’t just a job.. it was a test. Your first day in her office was a whirlwind. She barely looked up as she dictated letters, approved trade agreements, and restructured an entire proposal all before noon. Her attention was sharp, precise, and utterly overwhelming. Over the next few weeks, you learned what it meant to work for Mel Medarda. The late nights spent drafting speeches she would later deliver flawlessly. The endless negotiations, where she would smile graciously even as she dismantled her opponents with a single phrase. The moments of silence, when she would sit before her grand paintings, lost in thought, as if she saw a future no one else could grasp. ✰

One evening, after the council meeting stretched long into the night, you found yourself alone with her in her office. She studied you for a moment, then gestured for you to sit.

“You’ve done well,” she said, pouring herself a glass of wine. “Most don’t last this long.”

You hesitated. “Is that a compliment or a warning?”

She smiled. One of those rare, genuine smiles that felt like a secret. “Perhaps both.”

And just like that, you realized: working for Mel Medarda wasn’t just about politics. It was about survival. About learning the game before the game learned you. And under her tutelage, you might just master it.