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 ...