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Poor Juliet

"Poor Juliet, let's see how long it would take your Romeo to come find you. Or if he will at all! Once we get word that his coronation is over, you're of no use to us."

Lancelot shot Peter a hostile glare, one that sent his back crashing with the hard wall. Lancelot took few steps forward, covering the distance between them. His eyes were fuming with rage and for the first time ever, Peter saw a faint resemblance of fear in Lancelot's eyes.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"I ... I was going to tell you sir, believe me."

"After she was dead?!" Lancelot cried out loud, between his clenched teeth.

Peter shook his head vehemently.

"I needed that wait for your coronation to end. I summoned hunters, they are searching London for her right now. She couldn't have been taken far away from the city..."

"Bullshit!" Lancelot barked, and Peter shut his eyes in fear.

"Everyone is seated here, your grace. If you walk out of this coronation now, the damage would be unfixable. And your mother w
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