Chapter 64. I Can Imagine

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 chu