Meredith.
I climbed the staircase, each step echoing faintly behind me, my chest still rising and falling from the leftover adrenaline.
For the first time in so long, I felt as if the power I had quietly been nurturing inside me had finally slipped through my fingers and left a loud, bruising mark on Wanda’s perfectly arranged face.
My mind replayed the moment over and over: the sharp shock in Wanda’s eyes, the helpless shriek when her face slammed into the plate, the flare of horror among the servants.
A slow, small smile curled the corner of my lips.
When I pushed open the door to my bedroom, I found all five of them waiting—Azul, Kira, Deidra, Cora, and Arya—standing in a neat line by the window.
Their heads lifted when they saw me, and something in my stride must have given me away.
"My lady," Azul started carefully, "you look... pleased."
That did it. The smile I’d been trying to suppress spread across my face.
I took a few steps into the room, letting the door close behind me. "You won’t believe what just happened," I began, still catching my breath.
I didn’t even bother to wait for them to ask. "I taught Wanda a lesson at the dining table. Right after everyone left. I slammed her face into my plate... then punched her straight on the nose."
A tiny gasp flared among them.
Deidra’s dark eyes flew wide open, and her mouth dropped. "You did what?" she breathed, and then her shock melted into the slowest, most delicious grin. "Serves that woman right!"
Cora clapped her hands together softly, her excitement dancing in her gaze. "Oh, that must have been glorious to watch."
But Azul’s brows pinched together immediately, her lips thinning.
Kira exchanged a glance with her, worry already seeping between them.
"My lady," Azul said, her voice quiet but firm, "you embarrassed Miss Fellowes... in front of the servants. She will not let this pass."
I walked past them to the edge of the bed, my fingers brushing over the embroidered coverlet.
"Let her try," I replied, my voice braver than I felt. "She’s had it coming for months."
I sat down, my skirt pooling around me, and let out a long breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.
But Azul wasn’t done. She stepped towards me.
"You hit her, my lady. And worse, you humiliated her. Miss Fellowes will definitely retaliate. That woman’s pride is too high to forget something like this."
For a moment, the warmth of victory cooled in my chest.
The truth of Azul’s words tugged at my conscience. Wanda wasn’t the sort to lick her wounds quietly.
And I had given her a wound she wouldn’t forget soon.
My mind briefly danced with the idea of telling Draven what had happened.
He had always seemed to never see through Wanda’s venom, even if he sometimes openly took my side.
But what if he scolds me?
What if he sees me as reckless, childish, unable to keep my temper?
No matter how poisonous Wanda’s words had been, he might still think I should have ignored her.
My lips pressed into a thin line.
No. I wouldn’t tell him.
Let this be my mess to handle.
Just then, Kira cleared her throat gently, drawing my gaze.
"My lady, should I bring your training clothes now?" she asked. Her tone was careful, as if testing the mood.
What will Wanda do?
Will she go to Draven? Will she wait and find her chance?
Almost as if he could sense my restless thoughts, it buzzed to life a second later, the soft vibration startling me.
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