His mother had asked him to come on Tuesday, so Tuesday it was. After two unsuccessful days of searching for Roxanne, Lancelot resigned to fate with anger and vengeance in his heart. He was going to go back to London, but he swore that whenever he came back, he would find her and make her pay for humiliating him. No matter the cost or time it took. It was exactly 7am when Lancelot and Peter boarded the first class flight from New York, America, to London, England. All through the flight, Lancelot could think of nothing besides the violet eyed American woman and all the drama waiting for him at home. "...with all that's going on here..." His mother had said. Just what was she up to again? At exactly 2:15pm, Lancelot's plane touched down London. There was a car waiting for them at the airport. Lancelot recognised his father's limosine by the Dankworth name engraved in silver above the plate number. He scoffed, his father had always been one to announce himself. Perhaps, it was be
The knock on his room door caused him to frown. Standing in front his mirror, Lancelot raked his eyes down his body one last time. "Dress appropriately." His mother had said. He could only hope his attire of white suit trouser and an army green longsleeved shirt was appropriate enough for his mother... And lady Marion. His blonde strands of hair he combed to the back of his head, he knew how much his mother hated to see his hair fly all over his face. Not that he cared, but one of Madeline's shades about etiquettes, dressing and manners was the last thing Lancelot needed tonight. The knock came again. This time, he sighed and walked to the door. Whoever it was must have come to call him to the dinning room. He couldn't believe it was 7pm already. When he opened his large wooden door, Butler Lee stood in front of him. A prim smile on the old man's face, one that Lancelot couldn't mistake for anything else; the old man was teasing him. "By the goddess! You look absolutely stunning
She lay in bed, with her eyes closed. Ever since she returned home after getting her forehead stitched, it was impossible to do anything else. The pain in her head continued to ache badly, it was annoying how incapacitated it made her feel. Roxanne flinched when she heard her room door open and close. She shut her eyes tightly, so whoever had come in wouldn't see that she had been crying. Not that anyone else would come to her room besides Emily, the woman was all she had left in the world. "You okay baby?" Emily asked, placing a tray occupied with a cup of coffee and two sandwiches on the stool beside Roxanne's bed. Roxanne couldn't speak, instead, she managed a faint affirmative nod. Emily lowered herself and sat at the edge of the bed. She ran her fingers round the bandage wrapped around her friend's head. When she looked into Roxanne's dim eyes, she could see her friend had been crying. Emily's eyes softened as she placed a kiss on her friend's forehead. "Roxy. You need to st
Dinner the previous night had been many things but eventful. Lancelot had retired to his room with his half empty bottle of vodka spirit. And he had drank all of it that night, right before falling asleep on the floor, right by his king-sized bed. The pressure was too much for him. How did everyone expect him to fit into the huge shoes they had prepared for him. While half of the Dankworth family looked up to him, it was clear from yesterday's dinner that a greater half resented him and expected nothing but failure from him. How was he to disappoint them all? He had been working, training and schooling towards this period for fourteen years of his life. Yet, it still felt as though he wasn't ready. It was one thing to be born for power, it was another thing to be forced into accepting this power. It was now going to be a part of him whether he liked it or not. He now had a responsibility to the whole of London Pride pack, he couldn't afford to make one mistake. Just like he had do
Lancelot stepped out of Doctor Flinn's office. Peter was seated in one of the chairs in the reception room, eager for his boss's arrival. When Lancelot cleared his throat and straightened his posture, Peter eyes rose up from the Macbook on his lap to his boss's tall frame. Lancelot tucked his hands into the pocket of his trousers and leaned against the wall. "Am I missing something?" Lancelot asked, taking note of the creases formed on Peter's forehead as a result of his frowning. Peter sighed, packed up his gadgets quietly and rose up. "Nothing serious. The Alpha king has just requested for your presence at the golf course." Lancelot scoffed, rolled his eyes and stood straight. "My father knows I hate golf." He stated. Lancelot had never cared for the game. Golf was simply one of those things his aristocracy demanded that he learnt. And it was very easy to, considering the eight thousand yards of expanse land that served as the Dankworth's golf course. "So do I sire. However,
She forced another handful of popcorn into her mouth as she pressed her left ear down to her shoulder to hold her phone in place. "You're sure it's okay if I stay out tonight?" Emily asked, from the other end of the phone. Roxanne, who's eyes were fixed on the television in front of her, nodded her head in affirmation. As if Emily could see her from the voice call. "Roxy! I'm serious. If it's not okay and you need me, I can come back right now and..." Roxanne tried to laugh in a way that won't require her to choke on her popcorn. "Are you watching real housewives of Atlanta again?" Emily queried. "No, no." Roxanne finally spoke, after swallowing her popcorn."I'm seeing wags. The show would be over soon and I'll just go to bed..." "Once it's done." Emily cut in. Roxanne laughed. "Once it's done." "Promise me you'll call me if you need me." Emily said again. Roxanne placed her bowl of popcorn on the center table in front of her and smiled. She removed her phone from her shoulde
Edward, after watching the dramatic display of his sons and nephew at the golf course the previous evening, decided it was best to have a word with Lancelot the next morning. There was a lot that father and son had to discuss. Since his return, Edward had tried to find a means for the both of them to discuss. But, all his efforts had proven futile ever since. So, when he found his son on the terrace of the palace, Edward knew this was an opportunity he could not miss. He took slow strides towards where his son stood. Arms spread across across the brick railings. "Son." He called out. Lancelot turned to him. "Father. Aren't you supposed to be visiting the orphanage with mother today?" Lancelot asked, a slightly suspicious gaze aimed at his father. "I should be. But I have more pressing issues to handle." Lancelot looked over his sixty five year old father one last time. Alpha of the London Pride pack and his father, Edward stood as tall as his son, even taller. Lancelot knew he h
His eyes skimmed through the name on the CV beneath the ID card, and his lips spread out so he said it aloud. "Roxanne Harvey."How? How could this even be possible? How could this be happening? He had worked - and was currently working - so hard to get her and her memories out of his mind, despite Ziko's stubborness. And here she was again! Strolling into his life as she deemed fit? He had not asked to look up from his car and see her attempting to strangle Peter, on the day they met. He had not asked to attend that wedding party where he found himself being drawn to her very essence. He had not asked to mark her in the most ceremonious way while having the best sex of his life. Maybe, just maybe he had enjoyed all of it, but he had not asked for any of them. Neither did he ask for her to appear from nowhere! And in the most conventional - or unconventional - of ways.Just who did she think she was to disappear, break him, and then reappear like his life was hers to torment? "Ma