Magnus grinned as he watched his three sons enter his private dining room. They used it more often since Skye had come to the palace since she liked smaller gatherings compared to the dinners in the banquet room. Due to his status, Magnus couldn't spend his nights away from the court, but he loved accommodating Skye's requests whenever she made them.
Family had always been important to him, but Magnus had found it to be increasingly so to him, in his old age. His children and grandchildren were his true connections to the world that he would leave behind, despite being a King. Titles, riches, and the history of his reign were all pointless without people who actually knew him.
Marco and Lawrence's children were his pride and joys, but he was eagerly anticipating Tidas and Skye's future children. He didn't know if his life would hold out until then, but he would last as long as he could.. 'I want to meet our children's children before I see you again, Sorcha..'
