[Third Person].
Two days later, the palace received another guest.
After receiving Draven's letter, Meredith's grandmother did not delay. She packed what she needed and followed Jeffery without hesitation, travelling straight to Stormveil's capital city.
By the time she arrived, the evening had already settled in.
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Meredith was asleep. The soft quiet of her chambers remained undisturbed until the door gently opened, and Draven stepped inside.
He approached the bed without making unnecessary noise, his gaze settling on her resting form for a brief moment before he reached out.
"Meredith," he called softly.
She stirred. A faint frown touched her brows as she shifted slightly, her voice low and heavy with sleep. "What is it…"
Draven's hand brushed lightly against her arm. "Your grandmother is here."
At the mention of her grandmother, her eyes opened instantly. The sleep vanished as if it had never been there.
"What?" she said, already pushing herself up.
