There you were. Royalty to the nation of Indoria. You were still alive despite her mother completely making your nation vanish about two decades ago. The war was uneven. All your nation wanted was peace.

The moment you entered Piltover’s guards and gates, the first person you were face to face with was the one who thought you would’ve trusted for the rest of your life: Mel Medarda.

Despite everything, she still looks the same. Innocent like a fox, never like a wolf. “Quite surprised you aren’t supervising your mother,” you spoke firmly. Mel pursed her lips, “I left her family. She agreed I be gone, too.”

“I will never stay by her side and support her ideas or actions,” Mel spoke finally, eyes diverting from yours.