Watching Lancelot stroll in with the human woman in his arms, with no regards for any of them; not his father, not his mother, not his family, not even him - Garrett - or Ava his daughter, infuriated the head of the council in ways he never even thought possible. He strolled past them with confidence, as though he were not committing a sin, a taboo! His eyes darkened on the young man, and did not leave him until Lancelot was out of their sight, before he turned to his daughter. Ava stood, visibly shaking. Garrett said nothing, he only stared at her and watched as she stood helpless and hopeless. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Madeline and Edward rush up the stairs, maybe to question their son. But, Garrett had lost faith in both of them, it was time to take matters into his own hands. He took steps towards his daughter and dragged her by her hand, not caring who was looking, and led her out of the palace. Ava was stunned by her father's reaction, but even more stunned by Lancel
Shortly after she asked him to leave, Lancelot did just that. He did not want to let her out of his sight, but he didn't have a knack for staying in places he wasn't needed. He stepped out of his room, closed the door behind him, just to ensure that she was safe, before he walked out of the corridor, down the flight of stairs, to check on the room Peter had kept Emily, and to ensure she was okay. Halfway across the stairs, he caught sight of a maid, dressed in the usual uniform of black gown and a white apron, waking up the stairs, towards him and with a tray of food in her hands. She appeared to be heading towards his room; seeing as that floor belonged to him - and consisted of his library, office, room and his private tea room. The maid stood still and bowed in respect when she got to him. Lancelot looked over her, before looking into her hands. The tray had two small plates, a bottle of water, a clear glass and a small bowl of food, tightly covered with a lid, on it. "Is this t
He held on to her, allowing himself to bond with everything she had seen, and heard in the last few hours. The next thing he saw was Garrett, her father and head of the royal council of elders. He appeared furious, as he pointed a finger at her. The setting was in a car, probably his, and he was wearing the same clothes he wore in the palace, which told Arthur that the event had happened today, maybe even shortly after Lancelot's grand entrance. "You must do anything and everything until you are crowned Luna queen! You have to be crowned Luna queen!" Arthur flinced. He had never realised Garrett was so desperate to have Ava bevome Lancelot's Luna. She must do everything and anything? What did that even mean. However, it was the next thing he saw that really sent shock down his spine. In the garden, Ava's hands held Marilyn's and the woman's eyes were shined with hope, and...greed? Then, he heard Ava's voice again. "Once this is done, you would no longer be just the head of maids.
"What?" Emily yelled out, she sprung up from her bed and rushed to meet Lancelot. Peter, who was seated beside her, rose up and rushed to his boss as well. "What's happening your grace?" He asked, scanning Lancelot's appearance. His boss was visibly shaking, while his facial features looked squeezed with rage. "The pasta, was poisoned...Roxanne." Emily's eyes widened with horror as she held on to Lancelot's shirt, tears gathered in her eyelids immediately. She did not want to believe her ears. "What do you mean by Roxanne? What's going on?"Peter sensed that something wasn't right. He drew Emily back from Lancelot's body and cuffed her in his arms. Lancelot stood straight before turning away from them, while Emily threw curses at him. If anything had happened to Roxanne, she would not hesitate to burn this entire palace to the ground, she swore it. "She's alive, come on, let's go." Lancelot said as he walked briskly out of the room. Relief washed over Peter, and Emily managed to
Hera touched down at London's airport at exactly 3:00pm that day. She took a deep breath in before shading her eyes with her huge sunglasses. She was away from Greece, granted, but she didn't know how long it would be until Ahab sent spies into London to look for her. That was the same reason why she couldn't go to the palace, at least not until she was sure of what to do. She couldn't risk endangering Peter's life, or the life of anyone else in the palace. Yes, werewolves were strong, but Ahab - no matter how old he might be - was the grand master of witches. That meant, he was the most treacherous, sneaky, evil and wisest of them all - except her mother of course. Then again, even Athaliah had a lot to say about her leaving. As she pulled her luggage towards the entrance of the airport, where cabs waited for passengers, she couldn't help but replay her last conversation with her mother, before she took off. "You do not know what you're playing with. Do you think Ahab would sit s
The past three days had been hectic for every single member of the Dankworth house. While Lancelot was burdened with the role of acting sulky and vengeful over Roxanne's "demise", he was also saddled with the responsibility of preparing himself for his Luna picking ceremony with Ava. Whom, he now utterly despised and couldn't wait to get rid of. However, despite all that was going on, he was glad that he had finally gotten Roxanne, and that she was safe. He has sent Emily over to her and given the women his black card to do as their hearts seemed fit on this auspicious day. The day he would finally be putting an end to all their problems. He simply couldn't wait. Lancelot had noticed that his mother's mood had been better in the past few days. Now that Roxanne was out of the way, and Lancelot and Ava's ceremony around the corner, the future she had meticulously planned for her son, was finally here. The goddess had taken away all obstacles, and now, everything would be back to norma
"Girl, don't tell me you're still asleep!" That was the first thing Roxanne heard, before Emily sent a pillow crashing down on her head. She groaned in pain - let it be known that she felt no pain, the pillow was filled with feathers - and sat up slowly, scrubbing her eyes with the back of her palms. Roxanne and Emily broke into laughter when they stared at each other in their pyjamas. They had missed each other an awful lot. The past three days if being together had taught both of them the true value of real friendship. With Emily around, Roxanne felt like no matter what happened, she would always have a home to run back to. Emily was everything to her; her best friend and her family, and she would not ever take that for granted. Emily, on the otherhand, felt the same way for Roxanne. They had spent so much time apart, but none of that had affected their friendship. Roxanne had been the only person Emily had ever let close to her, and she had not disappointed. Just like Roxanne, Em
Peter had barely had time to check his phone in the course of the last few days. Everything that had happened in the palace, from the poisoning attempt, to the death of the maid, Lancelot's fake Luna crowning ceremony, Ava's arrest and Garrett's banishment, to the post effects of all those events, Peter had finally found a day of rest..While Lancelot was preparing to tell his family the real truth about all that had happened to Roxanne, and what he intended to do next, Peter was given some free time to clear his head and get his issues sorted out. That was how he was able to sit on his bed in the guest chambers and go through his phone. And, that was how he was able to see the countless missed calls and messages that had been sent in by an unknown number. He was perplexed, while wondering who the person was, and what he or she wanted from him. It wasn't until he opened the first message and read the first line aloud, that he knew who the messages were from. Hera, he thought out lou