Ares had already caught Caelir referring to Elena's grandmother as his own. He sneered, "That was quick, Your Highness. She's not even your mate yet, but you're already calling her grandmother yours."
Caelir had lost his grandmother years ago.
Faced with Ares's mockery, he simply smiled. "Sooner or later, I'll be Elena's husband just like you. So calling her grandmother now or later makes little difference."
Ares snorted. "I never thought the Crown Prince would be so desperate for a female, just like any common male. I misjudged you."
Caelir's expression remained unchanged as he asked gently, "Will you join us to pick up Grandmother?"
His crimson eyes lit up with hope. He was praying Ares would decline, giving him time alone with Elena.
Ares caught his friend's intentio
