[Third Person].
Oscar returned to the palace before evening approached. And he did not need to announce success; Draven already saw it in his face.
"Your majesty, they have been delivered," Oscar said. "Reginald knelt."
A slow, dangerous satisfaction settled in Draven's expression. "And?"
"He did not speak. But his temper was… visible." Oscar chose his words carefully. "His servants witnessed everything."
Draven leaned back slightly in his chair. "Good." There was no form of gloating in his tone.
Then, without hesitation, he added, "Place the Fellowes residence under tight watch. I want reports on everything. Whoever enters. Whoever leaves. Whoever lingers outside their gates. Even if it is a fly hovering too long."
Oscar inclined his head. "Yes, Your Majesty." He paused, then ventured carefully, "May I ask… why not allow the retired elders to visit him? Many of them resent him. They might blame him for their downfall. It would isolate him further."
