Ryan sat at the table in his room with his legs crossed
A knock suddenly came at the door.
"Come in." His voice was rather husky, hinting at his weariness.
The door was pushed open, and a young man walked in. He was quite bulky, with dark hair and expressionless brown eyes.
"I have returned, young master," he said.
Ryan averted his gaze from the book in his hand and glanced at the young man.
"Lancelot." He had a look of anticipation glistening in his eyes. "What did you find out?"
Lancelot let out a soft breath before slowly shaking his head. "I found nothing, young master."
"What do you mean?" A deep frown emerged on Ryan's face.
Lancelot began to explain, "I did monitor her as you asked me to, young master, but nothing came of it. She has been in her room mostly and has not really made any suspicious move."
"That's impossible," Ryan refuted.
