The next three days seemed to pass by quickly for Roxanne. The coronation of the soon to be Alpha king was only few days away, so preparations had begun in full swing. There was never a dull or free moment for Roxanne.

She was always dressed in black suit pants and white sleeves, her hair held up in a tight bun like the rest of the palace staff; even though she was particularly here for Lancelot. Peter had asked her to play along anyway, she did not want to get on the nerves of anyone ...