t was on that note, that Lancelot stood straight, his head help up high to address the council. "Elders of this prestigious cabinet..." He started, just as his father had taught him. His opening sentence caused all of them to focus on him, all side chattering seized immediately. Lancelot sighed within him, at least he would be able to hear himself speak. "I must say that I understand your concerns, I know your fears and I deserve your anger. The hunt came to an abrupt halt, because I had to rescue the woman from my cousin, Albert. He was going to kill her." Lancelot spoke up, in the best understanding way that he could. Obviously, it was not enough. Immediately he was done, the murmurs started again. "That doesn't matter! She did herself wrong by trespassing, she deserved whatever was coming for her!" "Yes! Albert should have been allowed to tear her into pieces! How would a human stroll into our territory and live in good health to tell the story? It was never happened!" "And i
Roxanne still found it hard to recover from her heart break...could she really call it that? Heartbreak only occured after someone failed to do what it was that they were supposed to do, or just refused to do what was expected of them, therefore, hurting the other party. But, could she really say Lancelot's reaction had broken her heart? Did she expect anything from him? Was he obliged to give her anything? Roxanne did not understand why so many questions continued to run through her mind. The splitting headache she still felt did not help matters either. Peter moved closer to her, examining her delicate facial features for any sign of stress. Despite the many hours she had slept, there were bags under her eyes, and she looked visibly pale. "You need to have breakfast." He noted. Roxanne looked at him, a sad smile on her face. "And you need to shower too." "I can't do that here." She replied, forcing a witty smile on her face. Peter noticed, he wanted to tell her that she did n
"You should get some rest. I would send the maids to prepare tea for you. It would help you sleep. By the time you wake up, I'm sure you would be better." With that, Peter opened the door of her room and she walked inside. When she was in, he closed the door behind her. He did not say a word to Arthur as he turned away, walking towards the exit of the corridor. However, Arthur had a lot to say."Peter." He called out. The older man paused and turned to him. Arthur examined Peter's eyes carefully, it seemed that they both shared the same concerns. "You're worried." Arthur said, he was going to keep his observations to himself for now. "Hmm." Peter said, nodding. "I worry about her, she's in danger." He added, looking away from Arthur. "We should be more worried about her memory." Arthur chipped in. His statement earned him a hard glare from Peter. When the older man realised who it was he was glaring at, he cleared his throat and struggled to keep his composure. He was worried.
Peter took few steps back from Lancelot. It felt as though he could melt under his glare. "We had to do it. If she woke up, it would not have been good. I had to do it for her own good...as well as yours." While Lancelot wanted to pounce on Peter, he knew that the man was right. It was better Roxanne had no memory of the hunt. He would not know the explanation to give her. His eyes softened and he turned away from Peter. "Just make sure that she is prepared for the dinner, equip her with all she needs to know. I have spoken to my father to make sure that there is no mention of the hunt at dinner. She must understand that she cannot show any emotional weakness to my family, we are wolves for a reason." While his eyes had softened, there was still a hardness to his expression. Peter nodded in understanding. "Yes sir." Lancelot looked over him one last time before dismissing him. When Peter left the room, Lancelot sighed. He thought of Roxanne again. Now that she had been put to
She felt a faint sense of relief when her eyelids finally parted. For one, she had gotten rid of the awful dream she had just had. Roxanne saw herself standing in front of a huge black werewolf, and it appeared to be hell bent on eating her up! Luckily, she woke up right before then. Who knows? Maybe she wouldn't have woken up at all. Roxanne recalled the rather famous myth that said if a person died in their dream, they also died in real life. The thought frightened her terribly. When she struggled to sit up, she felt very hot, despite the air conditioner in the room. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead and she wiped it with the back of her palm. When she did so, she looked around the room. Two things came to her notice. Firstly, the splitting headache that had caused her to go back to bed was gone. Now, she felt well rested and stronger than she did before. The tea the maids served her must have worked their magic, and she was grateful for it. Secondly, there was a stran
It was then she noticed the brown file in Peter's hands. He walked to her and dropped it by her bedside drawer. Roxanne's eyes followed him with every step he took, she had not found the words to speak yet. "Do make sure to dress very corporately. The entire royal family would be there. There would be maids to attend to your hair and whatever thing it is you might need to present yourself. The queen and the dowager are very particular about physical appearance." He spoke. She had to be dressed like the employee she was, they did not need anybody thinking otherwise. When he looked at her, Peter could see the numerous questions in her eyes. He watched as her mouth moved, she was struggling to say something, but couldn't find the words to put it. He chuckled. "His grace just wants to introduce you to the family as my assistant. You have nothing to fear." "Oh." Roxanne finally managed to mutter. She did not know what she had been expecting, but Peter's revalation seemed to disappoint
Madeline Dankworth was still finding it very hard to be at peace with her thoughts. It was a miracle how well he had been able to handle himself in the presence of the elders today. She had never doubted Lancelot's leadership qualities or his intelligence, but the gravity of the situation earlier today made her feel that if she didn't speak, Lancelot would be ruined. Before then, Madeline had to make sure that it was done, and dusted. She continued to walk from one end of her room to the other. And her husband, who had come to make sure she was not killing herself with worry, sat on her bed and looked at her worry. Defeated, a heaved a sigh and started to speak. "Madeline dear..." "Please Edward, do not tell me not to worry because that would only make me worry all the more." On hearing her, Edward stood up and walked to her. He understood Madeline and knew how important Lancelot was to his wife, even though she had a very weird way of showing it. Madeline had always expected th
On her way to the dining room, while walking beside Peter, Roxanne did not know what she was to expect. She had been told how to address each and every member of the royal house, and to be on her best behavior. Yet, she found it hard to shake off the nerve wracking feeling in her stomach. No matter how confident she tried to appear, she couldn't deny the fact that she was nervous. As they approached the door of the dinning room, Peter walked ahead of her. The large mahogany doors were spread apart from each other, ushering them into the exquisite and luxurious room with a long rectangular table standing still in the middle. Roxanne's eyes drank in the sight of the place. From the antique chandeliers on the roof, to the brown silk draperies, portraits and iron sculptures, everything about the room screamed English aristocracy. Peter turned to her, and took one step forward into the room. Roxanne felt her heart pound against her chest, threatening to burst out. The room was filled w