King Alistair grunted in his spot. "Okay, stop eating your wife's face, boy."
Across the room, Oliver stifled his laugh but frowned instantly when it registered on him that the king addressed Olivia as Maxen's wife. Why the heck was everyone calling her his wife? "Excuse me, Uncle. But they aren't married yet. So… nope. Olivia's not Maxen's wife."
"Oh really?" He bobbed his head, agreeing to Oliver. "If you say so then." The king beamed, dragging his gaze to Maxen. So the two really didn't have plans on telling anyone about their elopement, huh?
Dipping his hands inside his pocket, he squared his shoulders, feeling omnipotent over the information. He thought he could use it to his advantage and get what he wanted from his son in the future.
