Golden Glade Have Room for One More?

The tale of her heroic mother touched his heart, for the King hadn't had a mother, not in his mind. The woman who birthed he and his sister was hellspawn as far as he was conserned, one at the top of his shit list and first to die if she ever showed her face to him again. He murmered his respectful apologies as she finished, but her turn of the question on him brought a halfassed smile to his maw.
           "My mother was nowhere near the same as yours. She cared little for my sister, Emory and I. Couldn't stay faithful to her husband, the father that raised his pups and ignored the evil things the woman who birthed me was doing to him. He taught us everything he knew, stayed faithful to his wife and treated her like a Queen.... And she repayed him by having one of her toys kill him. My twin and I ran from there and never looked back."