~Third Person~
Wanda held her smile, but her words began to stumble under the pressure of her father's gaze. "It's the truth, Father. Draven had no—"
Suddenly, a sharp crack split the air before she could finish.
A whip, long and thin, lashed across her cheek so fast her head snapped to the side. And immediately, pain flared hot, her skin splitting open as blood streaked down.
Before Levi could even react, Reginald struck again. The second lash curled around Wanda's leg, biting into the skin before yanking her off her feet. She fell hard against the polished floor, a cry breaking from her lips.
"How dare you tell a straight lie to my face!" Reginald's voice thundered, reverberating through the sitting room like a storm.
"Father!" Levi's voice rang out, sharp with fury. He held his father's furious gaze for a few seconds, then, he dropped to his knees beside Wanda and quickly moved his hands to steady her.
