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 ...