[Third Person].
Draven let the silence stretch, though it wasn't accidental.
In fact, it was deliberate—meant to settle, to weigh down on Wanda's chest until every last excuse collapsed under its own emptiness.
When he finally spoke again, his voice was calm, level, and utterly merciless. "Wanda Fellowes," he said.
Her spine stiffened.
"I have seen enough to know that you are far too old to learn lessons you have repeatedly chosen to ignore." His gaze did not waver.
"From this moment forward, you are banned from entering the Oatrun Estate unless you receive a formal invitation. Any violation of this will be treated as trespassing."
Wanda's breath hitched, and Draven continued without pause.
"You are also removed from my personal warrior battalion. Effective immediately." His tone sharpened. "You do not follow orders. You lack discipline. And you lack respect. There is no reason for you to remain under my command."
