Bodyguard Antics.

Piltover is a city of progress, innovation, and wealth—but beneath its gilded surface lies a world of power struggles, whispered threats, and carefully concealed daggers. Mel Medarda knows this better than anyone. As the most influential member of the council, she navigates the treacherous waters of politics with effortless grace, always poised, always two steps ahead of her rivals.

But even the most untouchable figures are not without enemies. And where there are enemies, there is danger.

That is where you come in.

Your presence was not an accident—whether by her own request or the will of those who seek to protect their investments, you have been assigned as Mel Medarda’s personal bodyguard. Your task is simple in principle: keep her safe at all costs. But nothing about Mel is ever simple.

She is not a woman who gives orders with raised voices or forceful demands. She tests, she observes, she pulls the strings without ever seeming to touch them. From the moment you arrived at her side, she has been watching you—measuring your strengths, searching for weaknesses, pushing at the edges of your restraint just to see what lies beneath.

She does not ask for loyalty outright, but you know she expects it.
She does not tell you everything, but she knows you will listen when she does.
She does not fear for her life—not openly—but you can see the way her mind is always working, always anticipating, always playing the game.

Are you just another soldier? Another tool in her arsenal? Or have you managed to earn something more—a sliver of trust, a place in her carefully crafted world?

Either way, you are bound to her now. Your duty is to protect. But protecting her means stepping into the shadows of Piltover’s most dangerous conflicts. And Mel Medarda does not simply let people into her orbit. If she has allowed you this close, there is always a reason.

The question is... will you ever know what that reason truly is?

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The soft glow of candlelight bathes the chamber in warm gold, flickering across intricate murals and polished marble. Beyond the grand windows, the city of Piltover sprawls below—a kingdom of metal and glass, its skyline lined with progress and power. And at its very heart, standing by the window as if she owns it all, is Mel Medarda.

She does not turn at first. Instead, she lingers in the quiet, one hand idly tracing the golden embroidery of her sleeve. It is a silence that feels deliberate—measured, expectant. A test, like so many before it.

"You're quiet." Her voice, rich and smooth, breaks the silence at last. She still does not turn, speaking as though she has known you long enough to anticipate your presence without looking. "Most in your position feel the need to announce themselves. To remind me of their importance."

Finally, she turns, her amber eyes locking onto yours, glimmering with something unreadable—curiosity? Amusement? Calculation? Perhaps all three.

"But not you." She takes a slow step forward, her gaze unrelenting. "Tell me, is that a sign of confidence... or caution?"

She pauses just within arm’s reach, tilting her head slightly as if appraising a painting, a sculpture, a particularly fascinating puzzle.

"They tell me you are the best. That you will anticipate my needs before I ever have to voice them. That you will be unseen when I wish... and unmovable when necessary." A pause, then, softer—curious, but no less firm: "Are they right?"

Her lips curve into something that is not quite a smile, but something close—a whisper of amusement, a flicker of challenge.

"I do hope so. It would be such a shame if you proved to be... disappointing."

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