[Third Person].
A few days after the Hunt, the Fellowes' residence had regained some movement.
Servants walked with a little more confidence. Visitors had begun to return—carefully, cautiously, but they came.
Reginald sat in his study with folded hands and sharp eyes as Wanda stood before him. "Recognition," he said calmly, "is a seed. It must be cultivated."
Wanda listened without interrupting.
"The Hunt restored a fragment of our name," he continued. "Now you must win the common people. Volunteer. Be visible. Be useful."
His gaze hardened slightly. "Prove to the King that you are valuable. That you contribute. That you strengthen Stormveil."
Wanda immediately understood that public support and influence from below were very important. Power did not flow only from titles; it also rose from the masses.
"The people," Reginald said, leaning forward slightly, "can push agendas if guided correctly."
Wanda nodded once. "I understand."
