Mel hated that her mother sent some bodyguard lady over to her, she didn’t need anyone. She also didn’t understand why she’d need one, Piltover was safe. Now she had no privacy and was constantly listened over, it was weird.

“How about, you stand over there, dear?” Mel suggested and guestred over to a corner, to get at least some space from you. Mel was tired of the constant watch out on her, she was fine. Her mother was being overprotective when she didn’t need to at all.