[Third Person].
The hallway fell silent again after Draven disappeared down the corridor with Meredith in his arms.
For several seconds, nothing moved, then a shadow shifted at the far corner. Wanda stepped out slowly. Her eyes burned.
When the guards had left the corridor earlier, leaving the passageway briefly unwatched, Wanda had slipped into the corner without anyone noticing.
And she had stayed there, listening to every laugh, every breath and every broken sound that drifted through the closed door.
For more than twenty minutes, she had stood there, frozen in place, hearing the intimacy between Draven and Meredith.
Her fingers curled slowly into fists now. "It should have been me," she whispered hoarsely. The bitterness in her voice scraped against the quiet hallway.
Wanda looked down both ends of the corridor. Assured that it was empty without footsteps, servants or guards, she quickly crossed and slipped inside the room. The door shut softly behind her.
