The sun rays hit the pit of the grand collosseun, which Peter had previously called the Flavian Amphitheatre. However, Roxanne was struck with the realisation that apart from the pit of the collosseum, where the fight was to take place, the rows and columns where the audience and musicians sat where shielded from the sun with a thick canopy of brick roofs. Peter had said it was to shield the audience away from the scorching sun, seeing as the fight could sometimes take hours, and Roman sun rays were not as friendly as the ones of the spring, summer and even autumn sun in London, or back in her hometown in America. For this, Roxanne was grateful. The thought of being sunburned along with hundreds of thousands of people was not really a good one for her. Now, she could watch the fight in peace. All around them, the crowd agitated, musicians played drums while the rest of the audience screamed strange chants of war. Roxanne saw Peter nod to the the rythym once or twice, as though he w

"Let's get out of here. Now." His voice continued to echo in her ears and blacked out every other sound in the Amphitheatre. Immediately his skin came in contact with hers, her senses stood at attention. The hairs on her skin stood alert, and Roxane found it hard to breathe. As he led her down the steps, through the crowd of people, Roxanne could only see him. Nothing else that happened in the room mattered, only his warm and sandy hold on her was important. Roxanne thought back to how long she had waited for his touch. All those times she had secretly prayed that he looked at her, said a word to her. Finally, he had acknowledged her. Finally, he had seen her, and now he was holding her. What better thing could happen today? Lancelot held her and led her through the crowd, into the hollow corridor beyond the iron bars, they led the way to a row of bathrooms. Peter was trotting behind them, while the guards behind him made sure that no one from the audience came close to them. Whe

Wrapped in his arms, their heartbeats syncing, and his nose buried in her chest, Roxanne felt like she would finally be able to get some sleep. Ever since they embarked on this weird business trip, it had been impossible to even get a minute of rest, and she was grateful for the opportunity to close her eyes in peace. Until it wasn't so peaceful anymore. It was dark from the moment she closed her eyes, but something about the darkness she saw now was strange. It was thick and heavy, like she could stretch her hand into the empty void and hold the blackness. Roxanne shifted in her sleep, her eyelids pressed themselves together. Her heartbeat suddenly picked up a racing pace. Something about the darkness seemed to suck life away from her, she was finding it difficult to breathe. Animalistic growls emanated from everywhere around her. It felt like four wolves were around her, but she could not see them. She could only hear their howling and growling, all in anger. She was not welco

Outside the room, Roxanne continued to pace about, restlessly. She was very uneasy. Everyone who had walked into the room had cast her ugly snares. Roxanne was frustrated! She did not understand why she always got one strange form of reception or the other. Did Americans really irk Europeans that much? If so, they had no reason to worry. Once her three months here are over, she would return to her land, her home. Behind her, an anxious woman hurried over to the door she was currently standing in front of. When the woman saw her, her senses told her to stop. Hera, the younger queen of Ahab, stood behind Roxanne, watching her keenly. Her nostrils twitched and her eyes glowed faintly. There was no mistake in the aura around this strange woman, she was definitely human. And from the looks of it, an ignorant one. The thought of having a human in her kingdom seemed to excite Hera, so she burst out in cheers as she smiled. "Wow! Wow! Wow!" The strange voice caused Roxanne to turn sharpl

Wait. Hold on a second. Was she going planning to attend the coronation on his account? Peter's eyes lightened up at the thought. He turned his head to take another look at Hera, but he was faced with her backview, and those of the three council members that walked beside her. He would have been disappointed if he didn't feel a sudden surge of hope and pleasure. Lancelot quickly head towards the car, parked and waiting for them, Roxanne followed behind, still curious as to what could have angered Lancelot so much and Peter follows Roxanne's trail. "We leave for the airport immediately." Lancelot's voice came out like a low tuned roar, Roxanne's eyes danced between he and Peter, trying to use her sixth sense to figure out the problem. Peter nodded firmly. When his phone began to ring, he reached out for the gadget in his pocket and answered it. Lancelot climbed into the limosine, and Roxanne followed him behind, wondering whether to ask him herself, or keep her mouth shut. "Your