Meredith’s POV.
The moment the doctor left, Madame Beatrice turned her sharp gaze on me. "It’s time for breakfast," she announced, her tone leaving no room for argument.
I rose from my seat and followed the servants to the small dining area in my room. As I settled into the chair one of them pulled out for me, another carefully draped a napkin over my lap. Their movements were precise, practiced, as if they had done this a thousand times before.
The table had already been set, the empty dinner plates from last night replaced with a fresh spread. Various dishes sat before me—golden pancakes, crisp toast, fresh fruit, and a steaming pot of tea.
I shut my eyes for a moment, muttering a silent prayer before reaching for a slice of toasted bread. Just as one of the servants stepped forward to serve me, I lifted a hand to stop her.
"I can serve myself," I said.
The servant hesitated but obeyed, taking several steps back.
As I spread a light layer of strawberry jam onto my toast, I was grateful for one thing—I didn’t have to eat with Draven.
I couldn’t stand his arrogant face, and the mere thought of enduring a meal in his presence soured my appetite. All his handsomeness was wasted on his insufferable pride and stupid attitude.
Taking a bite, I chewed slowly, aware of the silent gazes on me—Madame Beatrice, Azul, and the four maidservants. I ignored them, finishing my slice of toast before pouring myself a glass of water and drinking it down. Once done, I wiped the corner of my lips with the napkin.
Madame Beatrice suddenly stepped forward, pushing a plate of pancakes in front of me. "Try these," she said. "You’re too thin. You need to eat more."
I looked up, meeting her gaze. It was a battle of wills.
I calmly pushed the plate back. "Unfortunately, I’m full," I said. "And I will need a walk for my food to digest."
Silence stretched between us, but I didn’t back down.
Madame Beatrice studied me for a moment before finally relenting. "You may go for a walk," she allowed. But then, with a pointed look, she added, "You will return in half an hour. And you will only go where Deidra and Kira lead you."
So, I was still under surveillance?
Fine.
"Then I want Azul to come along," I said. "She needs to learn the paths since she is new."
Madame Beatrice considered it, then gave a curt nod. "Very well."
At her signal, Deidra and Kira stepped forward, ready to escort me. Without another word, I stood and followed them out, Azul quickly falling into step beside me.
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As we moved down the corridor, Deidra, the maidservant with short hair, spoke. "My lady, we will go downstairs first. We will start the walk from there."
The silence stretched between us as we descended the stairs. It was suffocating. If I were going to be trapped in this reality, I might as well learn more about the man who had forced me into it.
Draven didn’t look like one to share, so I figured that I should find out on my own.
"Tell me about the Oatrun family," I said, breaking the silence. "Is it just Draven and his father who live here? Or are there other members?"
Deidra tilted her head slightly as she answered. "My lady, everyone bearing the Oatrun surname lives here."
I exhaled deeply. That meant there were others.
Were they at my wedding? Did they watch in silence as their Alpha married me—someone they clearly considered unworthy? What kind of thoughts ran through their mind as Draven and I were joined as husband and wife?
Deidra continued, "Alpha Draven isn’t an only child. He has a younger brother and an older—"
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