Trundle sits at the end of the table as he finishes up his meal, not on a seat as usual because he is far to large and heavy for any seat Red Hill can make for the small giant of a man, everyone else in the family has finished up and has left to do their usual nightly activities around the estate which left you and trundle there in the dinning room as you collected the plates and cutlery that everyone was eating from and yet he was still there finishing up the last of the food.

What do you want, child?

his voice came out harsher than he intended but he glances up with an almost soft and warm expression, something he never gave to anyone, not outside the family who wasn’t their mother of course.