He was now awake. Still, he continued to toss and turn from one end of the bed to another, fighting to get his sleep back. From the beam of the sun rays that escaped through the window and hit his face, Lancelot could tell that it was already day break. Yet, it felt to him as though he had just only slept. His mind drifted off to the events of the previous night. He thought of it all; getting ready for the strange woman's sister's wedding party. He saw himself sit next to the her, he saw himself get swept off his mind and his feet by her skilled and free spirited craftsmanship with the piano, he saw himself rush to her, seize a bottle in her hands and put her in his car. When he recalled himself being tangled in the sheets with her and Ziko marking her, his eyelids flew open immediately. What had he done?! His gaze greeted the chandelier hanging on the roof above him. If he hadn't been so tense, he would have taken time to appreciate it's beauty, but it wasn't time to do so now.

Roxanne ran past the hospital doors, looking twice as crazy as the crazy jeans she was putting on. Frantic, she rushed to the reception table. A black lady in red looked up at her. Roxanne forced herself to steady her breath before speaking. "I'm Roxanne..." She paused. "Roxanne Harvey, my sister... My sister Rayla Harvey... Sorry, Rayla Rivers was rushed in here this morning... Complications with..." She was struggling to breathe and talk at the same time. The lady continued to stare at her, trying to piece her words together. "Roxy!" Roxanne heard her mother's familiar high pitched voice call out to her. Immediately, she turned to the direction of the voice. Sarah stood there on tears, her arms folded across her chest. Roxanne abandoned her introduction with the woman at the reception and rushed to her mother. Sarah broke down crying in her daughter's arms. "Mum, what's going on?" Roxanne asked, looking over her mother's shoulder for more of their family members, before her

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

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

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