"So, Lysander collaborating with Morana doesn't shock you?" Eleanor's voice trembled with surprise as she stroked her white horse's mane.
Ares's eyes darkened at the mention of Lysander's name. "He has his own agenda," he said, his tone heavy with animosity. "Kaito informed me that Lysander took the horns himself. His true intention was to possess them all along."
Eleanor's eyes narrowed. "Which implies Inara's marriage is a ruse?"
Ares's expression turned thoughtful as he adjusted the basket of fresh red apples in his hands. "I'm uncertain. But one thing is clear. I won't let them jeopardize our plans."
Eleanor smirked, feeding a red apple to her horse. "I'm not against eliminating any of them." As they retreated back inside, the warmth of the main sitting room enveloped them.
