[Third Person].
Two days later, the palace received unexpected guests.
Dennis and Helena.
When they were ushered in, Meredith had just stepped into the sitting hall to join Draven. Her brows lifted slightly at the sight of them, a flicker of surprise crossing her face.
"Dennis. Helena."
They both bowed respectfully. "Your Majesty," Helena greeted warmly.
Dennis's lips curved into a familiar smile. "We came as soon as we could."
Meredith studied them briefly, her confusion still evident until Helena stepped forward, her expression soft with genuine happiness.
"Congratulations, Meredith."
The realization clicked instantly. Then, Meredith's gaze shifted slowly toward Draven. "So much for waiting until the third month," she said.
Draven didn't look the least bit guilty. Instead, a faint smile formed on his lips. "I couldn't resist telling my brother."
Dennis let out a quiet chuckle and stepped in. "In his defense, that kind of news is not something you keep to yourself."
