[Third Person].
When Wanda approached, Meredith's gaze dropped briefly to the weapons in her hands. "Good choice," she said calmly.
Just then, the servant stepped forward, and Meredith took the sword. With one smooth motion, she unsheathed it. The blade gleamed sharply in the light.
Wanda watched the weapon with a mocking smile. Her eyes flickered over Meredith's gown again. A queen in a banquet dress. Holding a single sword.
The odds were against her.
Wanda almost laughed. In her mind, Meredith had already placed herself at a disadvantage, which was perfect for her.
She would teach the Queen exactly what it meant to challenge a real warrior. But then Wanda remembered something, and her expression sharpened.
"You have fae powers," she said pointedly. "That would make this fight rather unfair, wouldn't it?"
Meredith's gaze remained steady. "I will not use them."
Wanda narrowed her eyes, so Meredith lifted her chin slightly. "I swear it by the Moon Goddess."
