Meredith.
Something cracked inside me the moment the door closed shut.
I could still feel Wanda's voice slithering through my mind—her smugness, her taunts.
My fists clenched at my sides.
My maidservants hadn't done anything wrong. And the look in their eyes—fear, helplessness reminded me too much of self while I was still in Stormveil.
None of them deserved to be mistreated by anyone, yet Wanda took them.
No! I won't let my innocent helps be punished. And I also won't let Wanda get any satisfaction from it.
I can't stop Wanda, but surely, there was only one person could call her to order.
Draven.
The thought tasted bitter in my mouth. After everything, he was the one I had to run to for help.
But I didn't have a choice. If I stayed silent, my maids would suffer. I wouldn't let that happen.
I swallowed my pride, and with it, every insult, every sting of shame from yesterday. My feet moved before my mind could catch up.
