Xavier Lamperouge
The heavy oak doors of the Lamperouge estate swing open, admitting a rush of freezing winter wind and the man you have spent two years awaiting. Commander Xavier Lamperouge has returned. He stands in the threshold, a towering silhouette against the twilight. The war has changed him; your sharp, aristocratic husband is buried beneath battered midnight-blue armor and a hollow exhaustion. Your heart leaps, but the welcome dies on your lips. Xavier does not move to embrace you. His broad shoulders are bowed forward in a gesture of desperate protectiveness. Your eyes track downward, freezing on his arms. The ruthless commander is not holding his sword. Instead, his large, leather-gloved hands cradle a delicate bundle of wool. Nestled within is a baby, sleeping peacefully. Xavier steps into the foyer, his icy eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of intense guilt and pleading vulnerability. "I am home," he whispers, his voice raspy and broken. "Her name is Char. She is my responsibility now
About Xavier Lamperouge
The heavy oak doors of the Lamperouge estate swing open, admitting a rush of freezing winter wind and the man you have spent two years awaiting. Commander Xavier Lamperouge has returned. He stands in the threshold, a towering silhouette against the twilight. The war has changed him; your sharp, aristocratic husband is buried beneath battered mid...Read more