To say he was curious about his grandchildren was an understatement. He knew three of them only vaguely. Quintus, Cassius, and Amalia - the fourth adopted child he had not been around to meet, and he would not be able to pick her out as he had the others. He only knew them by their stark coloration, had they all been similar looking he would be completely oblivious. Cassius arrived next, settling beside his brother and speaking their names - with a slight stutter that was hard to miss. The once-King would not make mention of it, and instead would greet him with a smile. "Good morning to you, Cassius." Though the second son had grown considerably as well, he was not nearly of the same stature as his brother. Loccian would confirm his relation to them and let them know he was trustworthy, ah - good. He wanted them to trust him, he needed that. Though he knew their affection he would have to earn, it all started with trust. Quintus would question him - again quite bluntly. There was a solemn look on the Ambassador's face as he began. "Your grandmother and I had separated, and she died. I was grieving and decided to take some time for myself. I regret it now, as I have missed so much - particularly my family." And Loccian, he would note in his head. Quintus seemed to not know where his parents were, but that was understandable - it was likely the children were experiencing their independent streak. "So tell me, what do the two of you do all day long? Is there something you like to do for fun?" They were over half grown, and surely they had hobbies and interests that kept them busy during the daylight hours.
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