Lancelot's reply darkened the mood. Madeline was not pleased to see him brush of Reuben in such a way, and Edward was worried about him. Richard and Bailey stared at him with pitiful eyes. Only Lady Marion and Eloise, who were sitted close to the window, admiring the night sky, did not partake of the sudden glumness. Reuben sensed the change of mood and chuckled lightly. "Would you look at that? Still the grumpy baby boy we all know." As he laughed, Madeline smiled as well. The effect of his contagious laugh spread across the room in less than thirty seconds. Everyone had their eyes glistering with happiness once again. "Aunty, please do remind me to give you what I got for Bran's grave." Reuben spoke, turning to the dart board and throwing the pin forward. When the pin touched the bulls eye, Richard cheered with excitement. "You've gotten better at this game boy" Bailey spoke up, seemingly impressed by his nephew's dart skills. Reuben turned to him and bowed. "Why, thank you
Roxanne flung herself into her bed after a very warm shower. Her bones were aching and she was trying to reduce her tension from the dinner. While it had ended on a fine note, with her piano performance, she still couldn't shake up the feeling that a major part of the royal family did not want her here. The side remarks, the glares, everything was glaring and confusing to Roxanne. However, her warm shower and a glass of milkshake was more than enough to calm her nerves. Her head rested on her pillow, she closed her eyes to sleep after letting out deep breaths. Just when she thought she had finally found her peace, her phone rang. Her pillow continued to vibrate. She groaned in frustration and raised the pillow up, revealing her phone and Peter's name on her screen as the Caller ID. Roxanne looked around, wondering why Peter was calling her at such hour of the night? Curious, she answered the call and pressed the speaker to her left ear. "Peter?" The tone of her voice must have ma
The next three days seemed to pass by quickly for Roxanne. The coronation of the soon to be Alpha king was only few days away, so preparations had begun in full swing. There was never a dull or free moment for Roxanne. She was always dressed in black suit pants and white sleeves, her hair held up in a tight bun like the rest of the palace staff; even though she was particularly here for Lancelot. Peter had asked her to play along anyway, she did not want to get on the nerves of anyone here. So, she was always at Lancelot's side. And when she wasn't, she was running errands for him. Roxanne found it very stressful, especially as she wasn't really given a warm welcome from the other staff. Apart from Peter, it looked like no one else was interested in speaking to her. She was not welcomed into any conversation and whenever she happened to walk in on one, they would stop talking and glare at her with stony eyes. It seemed as though no one else besides Peter and Lancelot wanted her to
Ten weeks until she no longer had anything to do with Lancelot anymore. As she thought about it, pain clutched her chest with sharp claws. Roxanne was confused; while she did not want to leave him just yet, she felt like it was the best thing for her. Within her, Roxanne couldn't wait. And she was sure Emily could not wait to see her again. Roxanne heaved a sad and long sigh whenever she thought about her best friend. She missed Emily so much. So, whenever she could, Roxanne found her way to the palace's art gallery to admire the exquisite and grand artworks from the best artists around the world. Whenever she stood in there, in the midst of so many beautiful paintings and sculptures, she felt as though Emily was there, while imagining what her friend would have to say about the place. Although, Roxanne was aware typical Emily would have A LOT to say. It was for this same reason that she rushed to the gallery immediately it was time for her lunch break. She had two choices; si
As she walked ahead of him, Roxanne could not help but wonder what it was that had made him sound so aggressive towards her. She raised her left arm and took a short glance at her leather wristwatch. Her break had only stolen ten minutes of her working hours. Surely, those ten minutes could not be enough to make him mad. But then, it was Lancelot, she thought. And everything made Lancelot Dankworth mad. Behind her, Lancelot's facial features has still not relaxed from the effect of seeing Reuben gush over her. It was plain irritating to see her eyes sparkle at him. Reuben, of all people. With his coy charm and cunning confidence. His cousin had no right to speak to his secretary, especially during working hours. "Go ahead Lancelot, convince yourself that that's the reason you're so pissed." Ziko whispered from within him. The taunting voice of his wolf only infuriated him the more. He frowned and looked down at Roxanne. "We're heading towards my study." He stated. Roxanne turned
Walking down the corridor, Roxanne figured it would not hurt to wander about and take a look around. After all, she was free from now till whenever the emergency meeting with Lancelot's parents ended. But, where would she go that she had never been before? Working with Lancelot had caused her to explore almost all the public rooms in the palace. As she walked down the stairs, her eyes caught sight of a huge door. It blended with the wall so perfectly, you would not even know it was there if you didn't look closely. But, she had looked closely and found it. Now, Roxanne was very curious to know what was hidden behind it, or inside it. She quickened her steps down the stairs, and finally stood in front of the door. From all the boredom she had previously experienced, her heart rejoiced at the slight chance of an adventure. Roxanne placed her hand on the door knob and turned it. To her utmost joy, it was opened! She opened the door gently, and stepped in. When she did, she noticed
Lancelot continued to stare at the door his parents had just walked out from. Still trying to make sense of all that they had said. Deep down, Lancelot knew that even if he spent the whole day in this study, trying to understand why they had not told him earlier, he still wouldn't get it. With that, he decided not to bother. The only thing that was worth his time now was preparing for the ordeals ahead of him. He turned towards his table and was about to settle into his chair, before his door opened. Lancelot groaned mentally, while thinking of what Madeline wanted to add to the list of shocking things she had said today. But, his frown dissolved lightly when he saw Butler Lee instead. Lancelot wanted to smile, but he was not met by Lee's usual wink. Instead, the man had an urgent and worried look on his face. Lancelot's brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed at the man, why did he look so scared? "Lee...""I am very sorry for barging in on you, your grace..." "Okay, but..." "You
Alas! The d-day finally arrived. Although, doctor Flynn's revelation had sparked up something new inside of him, Lancelot wasn't sure he was ready to let his feelings come out yet - not until he understood exactly what these feelings of turmoil within him were. He would make sense of everything when he is back from his expedition, he thought. Or before his coronation. Infact, whenever he got the chance, he would try to come face to face with these feelings and confront them, whatever it is they may be. Lancelot stood in front of his large dressing mirror, he watched a servant draw his suitcase out of the room. Peter had already called him to let him know that he was ready, alongside Roxanne. Now, all Lancelot had to do was go down to meet them. He took one last look at his black suit trousers, before the sound of his door opening stole his attention. Lancelot tore his gaze away from himself and rested it on the face by his door. His grandaunt, Eloise, stood there. Her arms folded