A Grand Hunt - Part 1

No, Oliver Patrick was a different sort. He knew, quite firmly, that he didn't exist completely on the side of the good.

He bowed to her, as he arose. "Thank you for your time, Princess. I shall be busy most weekends from now on, but, if you should ever wish to speak, I shall make time for you whenever you need it."

He didn't get a reply to that. From the heaving of Asabel's shoulders, she didn't trust herself to speak. Oliver was not aware of just how embarrassed she was, at having cried so openly in front of all those who knew her.

"Patrick," Lancelot stopped him, just as he crossed the threshold of the door of the living room. He'd hurried to catch him, and he reached out an arm to stop him, a thoroughly serious look on his face. "I think I might owe you thanks – though I do not know what for."