The Lonely Prince's Lover [Granger x Guinevere Fanfic] [MLBB]

Chapter 22 [Bad News]

[Location: Swan Castle]

In the castle, Granger is still resting because of the pain on his stomach. After an hour, the pain slowly fade away.

Granger: Finally, this pain is not that hurt anymore... I need a glass of water.

Granger stands up and went to the kitchen.

Granger: Now where did they put their glasses?

He looked around the kitchen and finally found it. He take a glass and went to the table to sit down just to notice that the waters are already prepared on a small plastic bottle.

Granger: ... I take this glass for nothing... Ughhh... Whatever I'll just drink the water in one of the bottles.

He take one bottle and opened it, after that he proceed to drink it.

Granger: Ahhh~ feels refreshing... What took them so long by the way?

Meanwhile at the capital...

[Location: Capital, Market Area]

Lancelot: All right, girls? We got what we need now right?

Odette: Not yet! Still have many to see!

Guinevere: Yep, come on brother! Just a few more minutes, please?

Lancelot: "Sigh" fine...

Guinevere: Thank you! Come on Odette, let's head to the gowns part!

Odette: Let's go!

And the two walked away.

Lancelot: I guess I'm alone now.

[Timeskip: An Hour Later]

Lancelot: Ughhh... It's been an hour, but they still didn't returned yet... I shouldn't let them go... Big mistake...

And suddenly, Lancelot saw something odd around the capital. The french soldiers arrived at the capital, with a huge amount.

Lancelot: Whoa! Why did they came here? Maybe today is the day they will be back? Oh no, this is bad, I need to find Gwen and the others!

Just about he want to run, a citizen come to him and pointed him.

Citizen: Here is one of his siblings, sir.

Rochambeau: I see, thank you.

Citizen: No problem.

Lancelot: Excuse me sir, but who are you?

Rochambeau: Greetings, I am Admiral Comte De Rochambeau, one of Granger's close friend.

Lancelot: I see, I am Lancelot Baroque, the oldest son of the Baroque family, I assume you know your Empress. My younger sister. Guinevere Baroque?

Rochambeau: Yes, we know her well. Anyways, did you see Granger anywhere? We are trying to find him, there is something urgent, he must be back to Paris as soon as possible.

Lancelot: May I know why?

Rochambeau: I'm sorry, I can't tell you that.

Lancelot: If this is family matters, I think I have the rights to know about it.

Rochambeau: "Sigh" Alright, I'll tell. But keep this secret from the others. We'll tell Granger ourselves about this later. Promise not to tell anyone first.

Lancelot: I promise, now tell me what is it?

Rochambeau whispers to Lancelot's ears.

Rochambeau: He's mother is murdered...