Valka
Lucien has children.
It shouldn't have been surprising. I mean, he's a thousand year old for goddess's sake. And more. Who knows? And he wasn't exactly the most pious in his younger years. He's probably fucked more than half at Ebonheart at some point, considering his notoriety. But it hits me smack in the face anyway, stuttering my breath.
"Children? Like... A couple? Or a thousand?" The words scrape out of me, small and uncertain, as though saying them might make them less real.
"I am very... virile. " No elaboration. No name. No detail. Nothing.
Moon-fucking-Goddess---shit.
My lips part, but nothing comes out. There's a strange ringing in my ears, drowning the ocean, the creak of the ship, even the sound of my own heartbeat. I feel like I've been dropped into ice. "And you didn't think to mention that before?!"
He blinks at me. "I did."
