Thirty-seven: One truth for one lie

Penthurst Manor

Claus' pov

Lucian stared at me as if I've grown another head. I couldn't read his face at all. But he finally broke the silence.

"How long have you known?" He asked.

"About the time you were four."

"Who told you?"

I averted my gaze, my memories as a child came flooding back, "I heard the servants talk but no one would dare tell me. I gathered enough courage and asked...him.

"At first, he denied. Laughed at my face for making up such stories. I wanted to cry, I was just eight and very much a child."

Lucian touched my shoulder, "Father was a hard man. No one seemed good enough for him."

"You were."

He shook his head, "Father was proud of the idea of me. But when we were alone he'd voice out his disapointments he found in me."

I shook my head, "I never knew. You were a picture of the perfect son."

"Well, I did try to be. Mother helped of course."