Meredith.
Dinner had just begun by the time I arrived at the grand dining hall.
Everyone was already there—Dennis and Jeffery deep in quiet conversation, Wanda all smiles and polished charm, and Draven, seated at the head of the table, dark-eyed and unreadable.
I caught his gaze for a split second and gave him a simple nod. He didn't smile or speak. He just inclined his head slightly in return, which was enough.
I moved to his right side, pulled the chair back, and sat down. My body eased into the familiar leather.
Dinner commenced shortly after. The servants moved with graceful precision, laying down bowls and plates and goblets on the table.
A tray of lamb stew in bone broth was placed before me, alongside garlic mashed potatoes and a platter of roasted root vegetables.
I picked up my spoon, stirred the stew gently, but couldn't bring myself to take a bite.
Instead, my mind drifted back to Xamira.
