Chapter 14. The Dreaded Dinner

The knock on his room door caused him to frown. Standing in front his mirror, Lancelot raked his eyes down his body one last time.

“Dress appropriately.” His mother had said. He could only hope his attire of white suit trouser and an army green longsleeved shirt was appropriate enough for his mother... And lady Marion.

His blonde strands of hair he combed to the back of his head. He knew how much his mother hated to see his hair fly all over his face. Not that he cared, but one of Madeline’s shades about etiquettes, dressing and manners was the last thing Lancelot needed tonight.

The knock came again. This time, he sighed and walked to the door. Whoever it was must have come to call him to the dinning room. He couldn’t believe it was 7pm already.

When he opened his large wooden door, Butler Lee stood in front of him. A prim smile on the old man’s face, one that Lancelot couldn’t mistake for anything else; the old man was teasing him.

“By the goddess! Yo