"What?" Emily yelled out, she sprung up from her bed and rushed to meet Lancelot. Peter, who was seated beside her, rose up and rushed to his boss as well.

"What's happening your grace?" He asked, scanning Lancelot's appearance. His boss was visibly shaking, while his facial features looked squeezed with rage.

"The pasta, was poisoned...Roxanne."

Emily's eyes widened with horror as she held on to Lancelot's shirt, tears gathered in her eyelids immediately. She did not want to believe her ears.

"What do you mean by Roxanne? What's going on?"

Peter sensed that something wasn't right. He drew Emily back from Lancelot's body and cuffed her in his arms....