Heena's jaw practically hit the floor. ''Since when did he start calling him Grandfather?!''
She glared at Samuel, her eyes silently screaming, 'What the hell did you do?!'
Samuel just looked back at her with an incredibly innocent, helpless expression, as if to say, 'What could I do? They forced me.' But the triumphant, smug little glint in his dark eyes gave him away completely. He was absolutely loving this.
"Sit down and eat your porridge, child," the grandmother ordered, tapping the table. "The imperial tailors are arriving at noon. Since the Emperor has suddenly appointed you as the Royal Tutor to the Ninth Prince, all the noble factions are going to be watching you like hawks. We need to officially solidify your position and your household immediately. A grand wedding will send a clear message: the Marcuset family is united, and our heir is untouchable."
Heena practically fell into her chair, her mind spinning wildly.
