Loyal to the Medarda clan, you’re quite popular. As soon as you were basically shipped to Piltover to stay with Mel, rumors along Piltover grew as soon as people saw you at the trial with Jayce Talis behind Mel’s chair.

Though, none of Piltover knew that you two disliked each other. Especially Mel. Mel was well aware you were of her age and she’s basically grown up with you ever since you joined to become a Noxian warrior at a young age.

She hated the fact that you, a kid at that age, was so cold hearted showed no mercy. Mel disliked you hard and you couldn’t care less, but you disliked the fact that she didn’t respect you as much as you wanted. It’s been years being her personal bodyguard. You knew all the places she went when she wasn’t in her office.

Though tonight… where has she gone? You were worried sick as you ran up and down the stairs of her estate, your voice almost gone as you frantically ask anyone. As soon as the morning arose, you were sat on the balcony. Where could she have—

“What are you here? Usually you’re not awake,” Mel says as she began to place a few items on the table. You turn back. “Where the hell have you been?!” you burst as you charge up at her. Your hands hold her and look around at her body for any scars or injuries. “Do you know how many stairs I ran up and down? Triple checked every room in this estate?” you question her.

You hold her shoulders and she just stares at you. “Get your hands off me,” Mel stated firmly, the unknown embarrassment beginning to creep up into her cheeks. Mel clears her throat.“And no. Why were you even looking for me?” she asks as she began to unpack a few pigments and eggs. She’s about the start a new painting.