[Third Person].
Throughout it all, Wanda sat silently. This was new—for once, she had no sharp remark, no mocking smile.
Her fingers tightened slowly in her lap as she stared at the table. The truth pressed down on her harder than her father's shouting ever could.
Since the duel, everything had changed. The friends who once crowded her orbit were gone. Invitations had stopped coming. No parties. No messages bearing her name.
A few calls had come through at first, thinly veiled with curiosity, but whether they were meant as sympathy or quiet ridicule, Wanda could not tell. Either way, the result was the same. Humiliation.
Now, with Draven's heavy punishment on her family, her situation was even worse.
When Reginald finally paused to draw breath, Levi spoke again, carefully. "Father… like it or not, Draven is King. You are dealing with the Crown now. There are times when conceding—"
