Chapter 34. This Had Got To Be One Big Joke

They all sat in silence. Peter and Edward sat on the bench at the other end of the room, each man watching Lancelot very carefully.

Many questions hung in the air, but none of them was ready to speak. At least not yet.

After thirty minutes, doctor Stefan walked out of the room Roxanne was taken into. He took swift strides into the corridor. On hearing his footsteps, Lancelot’s eyes rose up to meet the short man’s sturdy frame.

“Your majesty.” He bowed to Edward, then turned to Lancelot.

“Your grace.”

Lancelot stared at him, his face was void of any emotions. Even him didn’t know what he was supposed to feel. Anger? Fear? Pain? Anxiety? He could not bring himself to feel any of it. What remained in him was emptiness, it was the only feeling Lancelot was used to.

“She’s been stabilised now.” As doctor Stefan spoke, he caught the gleam of relief in Lancelot’s eyes, even though his facial expression remained cold and hard.

“She is asleep, but yo