With everything going on in the palace, Lance's mother, in particular, could not help but be grateful that her son had returned safely. She had whisked him away to their chamber and embraced him as she cried in relief.
What would she have done if he had returned in the same state as Williams or Luciana?
Lance gently pushed her away in embarrassment, but she held onto his arm dearly as she broke away from the hug.
"How could you leave with them without telling us?" What if Prince Harold or the witch had hurt you? Why did they make you dress in something so filthy?" She cried.
"I'm fine." Lance assured her impatiently as he said, "I have to go and check on the others."
"Check on who?" His father asked as he entered the chamber, frowning.
"Your father and I were very worried about you. You were not feeling well for days. How can you choose to leave us again?" His mother asked, looking appalled.
