Edward, after watching the dramatic display of his sons and nephew at the golf course the previous evening, decided it was best to have a word with Lancelot the next morning.
There was a lot that father and son had to discuss. Since his return, Edward had tried to find a means for the both of them to discuss. But, all his efforts had proven futile ever since. So, when he found his son on the terrace of the palace, Edward knew this was an opportunity he could not miss.
He took slow strides towards where his son stood. Arms spread across across the brick railings.
"Son." He called out. Lancelot turned to him.
"Father. Aren't you supposed to be visiting the orphanage with mother today?" Lancelot asked, a slightly suspicious gaze aimed at his father.
"I should be. But I have m
