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
"Welcome to La Gomera, your grace. We have been expecting you." The melody and harmony of the soft voices caused her to snap out of her thoughts. When she looked up at the girls standing in front of Lancelot, her jaw dropped in awe once again. They were faintly inches below her, and smiled with beautiful dentitions. The first lady in front had a shirt purple dress on, with matching purple hair cut short in a bob, and violet eyes, just like her. The lady who stood beside her was in all green; from her hair, to her dress, even to her eyes. She found it cute and funny, the way they made everything about them match. Roxanne stayed quiet and watched in awe as the girl continued to speak. Lancelot managed to cool his temper down a bit. The flight and the cool breeze from the long drive seemed to help a lot. He tried to convince himself, as the wind hit his face, that he was running out in the fields, and Ziko had taken control over him. That way, he was able to calm but both himself and
What. The. Actual. Hell? Roxanne asked herself after the woman had spoken. She was wrong when she thought there was nothing strange about this place, the words coming out of this woman's mouth, were the definition of strange! Roxanne could not help the cough that escaped her throat. It caused all eyes to turn to her immediately. She lowered her gaze to the floor. "Prince Lancelot, I do not suppose your...assistant would be able to give us a brief moment?" Roxanne's eyes flung up when she realised the woman was talking about her. She cast Lancelot a pleading look, but he ignored her as usual. His eyes beckoned on Peter to take Roxanne outside. As usual, Peter obeyed Lancelot's orders - as he should have - and gripped Roxanne's right hand, she frowned at him, but he didn't seem to mind. "Why do I need to go outside?" She whispered, between clenched teeth as they walked away from the queen and Lancelot. "Because, issues that do not need your hearing are about to be discussed." Rox
Forget all he said about finding this place strange. Now, it was plainly unpleasant. Lancelot was never one to judge, but he found it incredibly appalling the way the queen shoved their promiscuity down his throat. He now understood why werewolves were superior above all supernatural creatures; they had discipline. A very important tool for success. However, this was a test he had to pass, a sacrifice to the great cause. And so, he focused on the cactus plant, fighting hard to hide his irritation behind a hard jaw and bored eyes. "I will take your offer." He replied. Isabelle's eyes brightened in an instant. She brought her hands together to clap, while she continued to beam with smiles. "I knew you would..." "But not with any of your daughters." Lancelot cut in sharply, interrupting both her applause and her sentence. She stopped and stared plainly at him for a fleeting second, before lighting up her smile again, she waved a hand of dismissal while chuckling. "Oh! That's fine.
She threw her head back in laughter at something Alphonsus had said. His laughter roared above hers, and it felt so good to be genuinely happy in such a long time. Roxanne could really not remember the last time she felt so elated to talk to someone. However, it was cut short the moment she sensed a familiar and unpleasant set of eyes on her. Roxanne's laughter disappeared immediately, and she looked ahead of them. Her lips thinned involuntarily on the sight of him. Of course! It had to be him! Who else would pop up from nowhere and steal her joy from right under her feet, turn around and act as though he had done nothing? Lancelot Dankworth! Who else didn't want to see her happy and made no attempt to hide it? Lancelot Dankworth! It was always Lancelot Dankworth all.the.fucking.time! Nevertheless, she rose up from the bench and bowed to them when they stood in front of her. "Your grace." She turned to the bright eyed queen from earlier this evening. "Your highness." Isabelle i
Peter hurried and joined Lancelot by his side, as they walked to a far end of the throne room where a fancy banquet table stood. Eight chairs were arranged around the round glass table and delicious meals of all kinds, exotic desserts of cakes and pies, and expensive wine decorated the table top. "We do hope you enjoy the traditional Spanish meal. Spanish wines aren't the best in the world for no reason. That, I can assure you." Isabelle spoke, she turned the a maid standing by the table and flashed a smile. "Are my daughters coming down for dinner?" The lady bowed her head as she spoke. "No, my queen. They had theirs some minutes ago, in their Chambers." "Together?" Isabelle asked again, fixing her eyes on a piece of blueberry pie in one of the plates. "Yes, my queen." "I see." The maid walked to her front and drew out the chair she was currently looking at. "Well, I guess my daughters won't be joining us after all. I am terribly sorry, your highness." She bowed to Lancelot
"The queen has asked me to show you to your chambers, your grace." The voice and manner of speech were seductive. Lancelot paused his stance and his raging thoughts to take one swift look at her, before he turned his face away and urged her forward. The female beamed with smiles and walked ahead of him, extremely pleased that he had not refused her. Lancelot walked behind her. Up a flight of stairs, to a bright colorful corridor, and then to the first room by the right. When she opened the room, the scent of fresh incense and scented candles hit his nose with brute force that caused him to sneeze gently. The lady turned to him, before spreading the door open in front of him. "Welcome to the beauty of La Gomera, your grace." As she spoke, she took one step into the room first, and bowed to him, stretching her right hand to the direction of the bed; a gesture that was meant to usher him in. Lancelot's eyes danced around the room. He had no doubt they had prepared it for him. The king
With that resolve, she held the two sides of the tray where his tea sat and walked up the stairs. "The first door to the right." They had said, and she could already see it. As she walked slowly, she forced herself to take deep breaths in and out, she would need a lot of strength to see him again; mostly mental strength. When she stood in front of his door, she closed her eyes shut and counted to ten, while praying and telling herself that she would drop his tea for him and leave. She would not say anything, and she would only answer questions in a dismissing tone. It was high time she began to look after herself. With these thoughts, balanced the tray on the palm of her right hand and stretched her left to knock on the door. However, the door opened right in front of her instead. Roxanne staggered back in shock, she wasn't ready to come face to face with him yet, she needed to breathe properly once more, she needed to...She stopped panicking when she realised Lancelot wasn't th
EPILOGUE FIVE YEARS LATER **************"Tehilah, get back here this instant!" Roxanne screamed at the top of her voice, whole laughter erupted from around the table. The five year old didn't mind her mother, she continued to run eagerly towards her father, who held her three year old younger brother in his arms as he stepped into the dinning room. "Daddy and Jojo!" She screamed out loud, when she griiped Lancelot's leg. Lancelot's eyes rose up from his daughter and rested on Roxanne's frowning face. "The girl is just happy to see me, which is more than she's been to see you." Lancelot teased and everyone at the table laughed, Roxanne's scowl deepened. "Ouuuuu, burner!" Hera screamed out loud, and everyone laughed again. Peter squeezed the top of her lap to show her that Roxanne wasn't smiling. Peter and Hera had been together, and were now a married couple. Peter had gotten a very big promotion; from Lancelot's personal assistant, to his beta wolf. And Hera was right by his sid
LATER THAT NIGHT was the mating ritual; the ritual of bonding. The palace was in high spirits, and the chief priest was invited to perform the ritual. Eloise and Marion, the two elderly women in the palace stayed with the priest to get things ready, while Madeline and Edward, along with the rest of the Dankworth house got themselves ready to attend. Peter was in Lancelot's chambers, putting all necessary things in order, while Emily stayed with her best friend, and finally had the guts - after her sloppy discussion with James - to take care of her "chief bridesmaid" duties. At exactly eleven PM, both bride and groom were ready for their precession. Lancelot was the first to be ushered down the stairs, out of the palace and into the courtyard, where the ritual was to take place under the full moon. The ground was set; royal woven stools placed side by side, in front of a large fire place. The members of the Dankworth family were behind him, while the musicians and dancers played and
In the middle of the heightened song and dance, James grabbed a bottle of champagne before he slipped out of the banquet hall, went up the stairs and into a dark corridor he did not recognize - at least, not in his state - without anyone noticing. No one would miss his presence after all, not after the man of the moment had just made his grand announcement. With his sloppy steps and regrettable dance moves, he was able to keep the champagne bottle under his armpit for five minutes. The man was drunk out of his mind. All he had done since the part started was down glasses of champagne without speaking to anyone. When he got to the corridor, he leaned against the wall and slid all the way to the ground, until his butt touched the hard floor, he winced in pain. "You definitely had that coming for ya." He heard a female voice say. James would have jerked up, since he didn't see anyone there before he entered, but he was way above the clouds to bother about that right now. He corked h
SIX DAYS LATER The big party Emily had spoke about was happening today, even if no one knew exactly what the party was about, Roxanne was pumped to finally celebrate with Lancelot. It had been long since she did that. So, when she woke up in the morning and found three maids staring at her, Roxanne was more than surprised. It was just a party, why did they treat her as though she were a bride getting dressed for her wedding? She asked herself. After greeting her, two of the maids offered her green tea and stood still while watching her drink the tea. When she was done, they helped her get up, undressed her, and ushered her into the bathroom, where warm rose water waited for her. She had not even been given the time to update Emily, who stayed in the next room, about what was going on. After a massage in the rose water, she was scrubbed and thoroughly cleaned. Roxanne felt like a stubborn five year old baby when one of the maids asked her to lift her foot up so she could scrub it.
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
"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
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
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
"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