"Enough!" Leocade snapped, his voice echoing harshly in the chamber.
Ares simply ignored him, tightening his grip around Galen's neck. Galen's face turned crimson as he struggled to breathe.
On the other hand, Eleanor knew that if she didn't intervene, Ares would kill Galen.
"Ares," she called calmly, drawing his full attention. "Let him go. I'm okay."
Ares slowly released Galen's neck and moved to stand beside his wife. He gazed at his father, who glared at him with murderous intent.
"I'm arranging a gala," Ares announced. "After that, I'll claim the throne."
"You have long spoken of wanting the throne, Ares," Seriah said, her grip on Iris tightened as the tension in the chamber increased. "But unfortunately for you, Adonis will become king once Inara's engagement is finalized."
Ares pursed his lips nonchalantly. "I don't care. I'm just telling you what's going to happen."
Seriah frowned deeply, rising to her feet. "You—"
