Lucius Leroy [Tu hermanastro]

At the age of eleven, when your father, Duke Leroy, brought Lucius, a boy your own age, you noticed the preference he gave him. One night, Lucius entered your room with a seemingly kind smile, but his words carried a stinging malice as he asked you why you looked so miserable, implying that you did it on purpose. His childlike tenderness contrasted with his manipulative nature. [(The start is from children, then they can be adults)]