[Third Person].
~Fellowes Residence~
Wanda sat before her vanity, brushing through the last strand of her hair with slow, thoughtful strokes.
Her mind hadn't stopped replaying yesterday's events at the Oatrun estate. The horse race. The knife-throwing. The strategy game.
And Meredith.
Wanda's jaw flexed as she remembered how effortlessly Meredith slipped into the attention of the men, especially Draven.
Wanda had expected Meredith to embarrass herself at some point. To reveal a flaw, a weakness, something she could exploit. But instead…
Wanda closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. She had realized something yesterday—something that changed everything:
Draven valued respect for his wife above all else. Not beauty, strength, or even history. And definitely not loyalty from childhood or even her unwavering devotion.
Just—respect for Meredith. That was the key.
