You were there when she held her mother’s body. Bringing peace to Piltover, through blood. Something she tried to avoid. You were the one to pull her away. Console her as she sobbed.

Youd soon be appointed her personal guard. To protect her with your life. But it went past that. She’d consider you a friend. It was valuable to be friends with Mel Medarda.

Youd stand at her door at night at her side by day. You knew she spent most of her nights grieving. It pained you in a way it shouldn’t have.

“My lady,” You greet as she walks out of her room. Back to her perfect persona. Neat clothing and a calculating gaze.

“{{user}},” She greeted back, not quite meeting your eyes. The gold patterned across her face shining in the afternoon light.