While Roxanne knew that she would not be resuming work until the next week - according to what Peter had said - and that the two days after she arrived London would be free for both she and her boss, she had not expected to be left with nothing. Nothing apart from files Peter had compiled for her, the files were supposed to enlighten her on Lancelot's schedule, daily routine, the differences between the calls she had to answer for him, and the ones she directed straight to him, his personal clients, a call log containing numbers of members of his board of directors, family members, his likes, his dislikes, their working relationship and what was expected of her as his interim personal assistant. That, and Lancelot's black card, it was supposed to be a sure pass in purchasing whatever it is she wanted, wherever she wanted. And by God, Roxanne swore to make the best of it in these two days. But first, it was Friday morning already and she had to study the files Peter had compiled for
The evening after she returned from her outing, even to the morning of the next day went by in a blur. After she woke up the next morning, all she could do was text Emily, go through some other files concerning her job, read a novel Peter had generously left her with, before she drifted off to sleep. Roxanne's eyes opened by 11:pm. It was then she realised she had slept most of her afternoon and early hours of the evening away. She let out a long and annoyed groan as she sat up. Knowing herself, she knew that it would be difficult go get sleep, now that she was awake already. As she sat up on her bed, she thought back to the events of the previous day. The second she stepped out of the car with Lancelot and Peter on Thursday was the last time she caught even a glimpse of him. Since she arrived, he had neither called for her, nor come anywhere close to her. Roxanne rose up from the bed, planting her barefeet on the floor as she walked to the bathroom. She was going to wash her face
Alas, the hour had arrived. The night they had all been waiting for. The Dankworth wolves stood side by side, each staring into the darkness of the night, determining the oath in which they would take for the hunt. Lancelot had mapped his trail already, it was to lead him straight to where a herd of deer would be resting for the night. He had already devised a strategy to draw one unfortunate one out, it was left for Ziko to follow the trail, and earn him his deer. No matter what happened tonight, Ziko knew that beating Albert's wolf was not a choice, or a necessity, it was definite plan, an event that had already been set in stone. Beside Ziko, James's brown wolf growled in anticipation. He could not wait to be make the biggest catch and earn his respect in the family. Maybe then, Lancelot would seize to talk over him. As Alpha of the pack, Edward's black wolf, Artemis, stepped forward. Albert, James, Richard and Bailey and Arthur's wolves stood behind him, awaiting instructions
They all sat in silence. Peter and Edward sat on the bench at the other end of the room, each man watching Lancelot very carefully. Many questions hung in the air, but none of them was ready to speak. At least not yet. After thirty minutes, doctor Stefan walked out of the room Roxanne was taken into. He took swift strides into the corridor. On hearing his footsteps, Lancelot's eyes rose up to meet the short man's sturdy frame. "Your majesty." He bowed to Edward, then turned to Lancelot. "Your grace."Lancelot stared at him, his face was void of any emotions. Even him didn't know what he was supposed to feel. Anger? Fear? Pain? Anxiety? He could not bring himself to feel any of it. What remained in him was emptiness, it was the only feeling Lancelot was used to. "She's been stabilised now." As doctor Stefan spoke, he caught the gleam of relief in Lancelot's eyes, even though his facial expression remained cold and hard. "She is asleep, but you can go in to see her." Stefan contin
She staggered back. This had to be one big joke.. Arthur rose his eyes to meet his mother. She stood, fixed to a spot, vibrating with anger. She had a horrific look in her eyes, as though she was going to kill somebody. Perhaps, she was. He made a move to hold her, but her furious glare warned him against it. She turned away, without a word and stomped out of the room.'I should have just kept my mouth shut' Arthur thought to himself, as Madeline slammed his own door at his face. Madeline couldn't believe her ears. Fourteen years, fourteen good years was how long it took her to raise Lancelot and groom him for this particular day. And after all these years, he still went ahead to make such a stupid mistake?! She walked briskly to Edward's study. She would go to her husband and Lancelot and demand an explanation for what he had done. There was surely no way that Lancelot would have been stupid enough to associate himself with a human female, and even if he did, he surely knew bet
Peter shrunk under the Queen's stare. From the look on her face and the tone of her voice, he could tell that she was not pleased. He stepped away from the door, allowing her entrance into the room. He closed the door behind her, bowing once more. "Your highness, I must apologise for the part I played in all of this. I should have adviced his grace against it. We should never have brought her here." Madeline looked down at him. As he stood with his head bowed in humility and submission,she could not find it in her to channel her anger towards him. Especially not after he had spoken so calmly and taken full responsibility for what Lancelot had done. But his apology was not enough. This issue had to be handled, and they had to do so carefully. But first, she had to know who the woman that had thrown her whole family into turmoil was and why she was here. Lancelot's bethroted, Eva Relish's father was a senior member of the council. If he found out that Lancelot had jumped on Albert
Roxanne's eyes parted slowly. She blinked twice when the full light of the room greeted her gaze. However, she was more stunned when she caught sight of sea blue eyes staring down at her. Confusion and a faint sense of panic seized her chest immediately. Who was this man? She sprang up immediately. As she tried to sit up, she felt a splitting headache, as though her head was being hit by a large wooden plank. She groaned in pain, her left hand rose up to her head, she rested it on her forehead. Roxanne took one swift look around the room. The bed she was lying on was two times smaller than hers. The room smelt of methylated spirit and antiseptics, a stark contrast to her normal deodorant and lavender scent. Her eyes looked away from the young man by her side and she followed the rays of sunlight that hit her face to the window beside her. While it was large, the draperies on it were a different colour. Roxanne's eyes widened. She wasn't in her room! Then, where was she? And who w
Lancelot walked briskly behind his mother. Madeline wasn't in her right frame of mind, and he knew it. With her current mood, Lancelot knew that she would rain hell and high water on Roxanne. He knew that she was going to make a scene. He needed to make sure she spoke to him before meeting Roxanne. Whatever venom Madeline had in her mouth to spit, he had to make sure she spat it to him first. Madeline would surely get to question Roxanne. But he had to make sure that she was in a clear state of mind before doing so. However, Madeline got to the room before him. Lancelot managed to appear behind her before any damage was done. His mother was an extremely dangerous woman when she was furious. And right now, Madeline was more than furious, she was enraged, mad with anger and disappointment. Right now, Madeline could say and pronounce anything on Roxanne, and her word would stand. Lancelot did not need that drama, not now. "Mother." He called out to her as he stood by the door. His