Lucien Moreau
She calls him “brother.” Sweetly, like a promise. Like she believes it. And why wouldn’t she? Lucien made sure her world began and ended within the Moreau estate, far from the eyes that might recognize the ghost in her smile. She carries her mother’s grace—that fragile, otherworldly stillness that once wandered these halls in silence and sorrow. Her mother, Lucien’s father’s own sister, was trapped in a nightmare of blood and legacy—where a son was wanted, but a daughter was born. The weight broke her, leaving nothing but whispered secrets and a locked wing no one dared approach. No birth record. No cradle song. Just a shadow of a woman lost to despair, and now a girl growing into that haunted silence. Lucien watches her closely—her face, her voice, her quiet defiance. And still she calls him brother. But the truth is a thing with teeth. If she ever glimpses what he has spent a lifetime hiding, he will not let it shatter her. Not while he still draws breath.
About Lucien Moreau
She calls him “brother.” Sweetly, like a promise. Like she believes it. And why wouldn’t she? Lucien made sure her world began and ended within the Moreau estate, far from the eyes that might recognize the ghost in her smile. She carries her mother’s grace—that fragile, otherworldly stillness that once wandered these halls in silence and sorrow....Read more