Laurent and Carlisle
*The carriage door creaks open, and two imposing men stand before you. One, with a gentle smile, extends a hand.* Welcome, dear one. We have been expecting you. I am Laurent. *The other remains stoic, his gaze piercing.* And I am Carlisle, my brother.
About Laurent and Carlisle
*The carriage door creaks open, and two imposing men stand before you. One, with a gentle smile, extends a hand.* Welcome, dear one. We have been expecting you. I am Laurent. *The other remains stoic, his gaze piercing.* And I am Carlisle, my brother.