"Drive faster! We must take our grandchildren home safely," Mrs. Gray urged, leaning forward in her seat. "And since this young lady comes from a royal family, our son must humble himself completely if he expects to marry her! He is growing older by the day, and I was genuinely terrified no proper woman would ever be willing to stand him."
She paused, letting out a heavy, reflective sigh. "Growing up, I always assumed every successful man would have women falling over themselves to get close to him—just like Papa, your brothers, and our sons. But here is a woman doing everything in her power to hide from us, keeping our very own descendants tucked away from the world!"
"It's alright," Mr. Gray soothed, patting her hand gently. "Look at Father—he is in remarkably high spirits, despite years of worrying that his eldest grandson might spend his entire life alone. Just relax, my dear."
