Try as she might, Cat could never put her finger on just one reason why Karanteg infuriated her as much as he did. There were too many reasons to give favor to just one. There were the bastards and the whoring, the lackluster approach to being the lord of their kingdom... and the fact that he was nothing at all like his elder brother. Elgar had been the most decent husband she could've hoped for. So of course he had been the one to die the fastest, without even the decency of giving her a boy so that the heir for Seòrdag was settled. Then she wouldn't need to worry about producing one with Karanteg. Even the idea was somehow more offensive than it had been with her prior two husbands, and her first had been nothing spectacular.
"Thank you." It wasn't what she'd asked for, but it was a concession. If he could just manage to make a few more of them then perhaps this year wouldn't be too terrible. Surely every lord in the realm wished to be on their best behavior when they were surrounded by their fellow nobles. He could even act as the father her children no longer had and see about arranging marriages for them, or not interfere if she did so herself. Grimm wasn't the best of names, but nor was it the worst, and Kelvin would be a lord in his own right when he came of age. He'd need a decent wife to give him heirs of his own, and Ailish was shaping up to look more like the Stannard side of the family than the Grimm, thank the Creator. "Tell me how deep you intend on going in your cups tonight so I know whether or not I will need to excuse myself quickly to save the embarrassment of watching you grab at women." The children should be spared the sight of that as well, especially Kelvin. He didn't need that sort of influence.