But it mattered to him. Of course it did.
And it mattered to Celia. Her tears kept spilling over silently.
Lucas was the product of a rape.
Her beautiful, brilliant, witty love, the father of her babies and the most incredible person she'd ever met, was the product of the greatest betrayal a woman could suffer.
He'd silently carried the grief of his birth for years.
No wonder the previous viscount had never shown him any fatherly affection. Lucas had been nothing but a reminder of how weak he'd been in the face of temptation.
And no wonder Lucas had always spoken poorly about King Aron. Celia had always thought it was merely because he resented how the old king had dismissed Antony over the years.
But it was far more complicated than that.
Lucas had known he was Aron's son too. And that no matter how hard he worked or how clever he proved himself, his real father would always ignore him.
Ignore him in favour of a less than mediocre youth.
