[Third Person].
The Fellowes residence was unusually lively this evening, especially Reginald's study.
Reginald stood beside the fireplace, one hand resting on the carved mantelpiece, a glass of dark liquor in his other hand, while Wanda sat opposite him, elegant even in stillness, her posture composed, yet her eyes sharp with anticipation.
"It's done," Reginald said at last.
Wanda's fingers stilled on the armrest. "Done?"
He gave a short, satisfied nod. "More than half of the council stand with me. That wolfless woman will never be crowned Queen."
Almost immediately, a smile spread across Wanda's lips. "So, they won't fix a coronation date?" she asked.
"Not until the matter is resolved," Reginald replied. "And it cannot be resolved."
Wanda leaned forward slightly. But just to be clear, she couldn't help asking, "Father, are you sure there are no loopholes for Draven to manipulate?"
