"How did my old friend meet his end?"
Of all the things that Loghlan had expected to discuss when he came to meet with Lady Ashlynn and her companions, the very last thing he'd expected was that he'd be talking about his late grandfather. And the thought that he'd be talking about his grandfather with a vampire who referred to Liag Dunn as an 'old friend,' that wasn't something he'd expected at all.
"I was still young when he passed," Loghlan said after taking a moment to gather his thoughts. Mairwen shifted closer to him, leaning over to rest her head on his shoulder while she wrapped an arm around his waist, giving him a gentle, supporting squeeze along with a measure of her quiet strength.
"I was… twelve, I think," Loghlan said. "I didn't know at the time, but he'd been ill for years. He'd already passed his throne to my father by the time I was five. I don't know that I'd call him 'impatient,'" Loghlan added as a ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
