[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.
Draven’s lips curved slightly. "She arrived not long ago."
Meredith didn’t wait. She moved to stand, but Draven was already steadying her before she could rush.
"Slowly," he said.
"I’m fine," she replied, though she didn’t pull away from his support.
He helped her to her feet anyway, guiding her without resistance. Together, they left the room.
They descended the stairs and moved through the corridor toward the receiving hall. Before they even entered, a familiar, steady presence could be felt.
When the doors opened, Meredith saw her. Her grandmother stood there, composed as always, her presence filling the space without effort.
The moment Meredith entered, the older woman smiled. "My dearest Edith."
"Grandma!" Meredith didn’t hesitate. She closed the distance quickly and wrapped her arms around her.
The old woman welcomed her just as warmly, holding her with quiet strength.
Draven watched the grandmother-and-granddaughter reunion without interrupting. When they finally pulled apart, they all took their seats.
But Meredith didn’t fully compose herself. Emotion lingered, surfacing as tears welled in her eyes.
Her grandmother chuckled softly. "Now, now," she said, reaching out to hold Meredith’s hands. "Why are you crying?"
Meredith shook her head slightly, unable to stop. "I’m just—"
"Mm," the old woman interrupted lightly. "If you keep crying like this, you will disturb the pups."
That made Meredith pause. Her tears slowed, then stopped. A small breath left her as she wiped her eyes.
"That’s better." Her grandmother smiled knowingly, then gently squeezed her hands. "I am glad that I lived long enough to see this day," she said softly.
Meredith’s expression softened.
"Come," her grandmother said. "Let me feel the children."
Meredith didn’t hesitate. She guided her grandmother’s hands to her stomach.
The old woman’s palms rested there, warm and steady as they moved gently, sensing rather than searching.
A quiet smile formed on her lips. "They are well," she said. "Growing just as they should." Her hands shifted slightly, then she added, "One is a boy." She paused for another moment before saying, "And the other... a girl."



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