There was little said about him. There were those who had problems with the fact that Nicolette had chosen him to be the father of her children. He, who was little better than a mongrel even after being readopted by the Elen Matriarch, was not worthy to be the royal consort. Something that those with good sense knew better than to bring up in Nicolette's presence anymore.
She had no interest in entertaining their discontent. Gunnar smiled at them and ignored their venom. It was easier that way. If they really wanted to do something about him, they were welcome to try.
"No, my Mother and Father are not Elen. A long time ago, my father was." He shifted, happy to tell her the truth. "You know the law says that only Sires may make new vampires. My father broke that law. He loved my mother too much to not be able to have a family with her. To not be able to share many more years than would have been possible had she remained a human. So he sired her himself."
He told the story with pleasure, amused by the simple fact that he was just as much a corruption of the bloodline as anything Lydia could become. "Ten years later, my mother bore me and because she was not Elen and my father was exiled, I had no mother's name. No coven. And I was happy there. The Mother of the Elen took me in because I was strong, and gave me a name. Then I met your mother and she took me from the Elen and made me a Drake despite the disapproval from some." Gunnar chuckled. "You know your mother, when she wants something, the one who stands in her way best beware."