He doesn't have a choice

Madeline Dankworth was still finding it very hard to be at peace with her thoughts.

It was a miracle how well he had been able to handle himself in the presence of the elders today. She had never doubted Lancelot's leadership qualities or his intelligence, but the gravity of the situation earlier today made her feel that if she didn't speak, Lancelot would be ruined.

Before then, Madeline had to make sure that it was done, and dusted. She continued to walk from one end of her room to the other. And her husband, who had come to make sure she was not killing herself with worry, sat on her bed and looked at her worry.

Defeated, a heaved a sigh and started to speak.

"Madeline dear..."

"Please Edward, do not tell me not to worry because that would only make me worry all the more."

On hearing her, Edward stood up and walked to her. He understood Madeline and knew how important Lancelot was to his wife, even though she had a very weird way of showing it. Madeline had always expected th