The Clubs' castle was bustling with the holidays just now. It smelled like trimmings and cooking and the sweet burn of good pine in the fireplaces. Eileen tended to smile more than her usual wont these days. Everyone seemed to smile more than usual, honestly.
Too bad Lancelot was not headed back there.
There was a part of him as he raised his hand to knock on Julien's study door that hoped the man was out. These days... well, they hadn't
truly gotten along in years, but now it all seemed worse than normal. He didn't want a black eye if he was going to be escorting Elani anywhere.
He knocked again.