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
Seeing her nephew was a huge relief and source of joy for Madeline. For two minutes, she was able to take her mind off the abomination sitting across her, and focus her eyes and her mind on her late elder sister's son; Reuben. Roxanne was one of the people to look up at the man. He stood tall, nothing less than six feet and six inches of height. His hair was crimson red, just like Arthur's and Madeline's and there was a calmness in the green color of his eyes. Even when he smiled, his smile seemed to cause everyone else to smile; including her. Lancelot's eyes rose up to look over his cousin. It had been almost three years since he last saw Reuben, he could only wonder what the man was here for. Not that Lancelot disliked him, but Reuben reminded him of someone he desperately needed to forget; Bran. And he did not need a constant reminder of his brother around him everyday. Especially not in this period. "I take offense to that statement." Bailey called out loud, referring to the y
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