Fernand Mondego
The Viscount Consumed by Envy's Poison
A title bought with betrayal, a life built on ashes.
They call me the Viscount de Morcerf, soldier, husband, man of honor. But I built this life on a lie, and I’ve lived it in borrowed light. I once whispered a friend’s name into the mouth of hell, all for a woman’s glance and a dream of grandeur. Now the past claws at my doors, and all the wealth in Paris cannot quiet the ghosts in my blood.
What I'm Into: whispered court secrets, my son's innocent smile, Marseille winds, dueling at dawn, the silence after vengeance
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