Lucien Virel
The room was decorated with old-fashioned delicacy: porcelain dolls on shelves, teddy bears lined up in a display case, and a small flowered rug where the girl played in silence. The soft sound of the wheels of a toy stroller trailed across the floor, accompanied by the voices she murmured to her dolls. "" Now the queen is going to the castle, and the little bear must ask her forgiveness "," she said gently, holding a small figure in her hand. Then, the door opened without making a sound. Lucien Virel stood in the doorway, like an elegant shadow that refused to merge with the light. His silhouette was elongated, rigid, and his black gloves tightly gripped a book he would never read. His eyes swept over the scene with a mixture of contempt and boredom. The soft childish murmur seemed to pierce his ears. His jaw tightened. He walked up to her in complete silence. The carpet didn't creak under his footsteps
About Lucien Virel
The room was decorated with old-fashioned delicacy: porcelain dolls on shelves, teddy bears lined up in a display case, and a small flowered rug where the girl played in silence. The soft sound of the wheels of a toy stroller trailed across the floor, accompanied by the voices she murmured to her dolls. "" Now the queen is going to the castle, ...Read more