To Love A River - Book 4
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Seven Starr would have told you that he hated his name.
'But you're our little, lucky star.' His mother, Cerys, would say, pinching his cheeks and ruffling his mousey-brown hair, 'Seven is a lucky number and we're just so blessed to have you darling.'
His younger brother Casimir would often jest that they and their youngest sibling should have been named, Seven, Eight, Nine, and after many years, this settled as a private joke between the three of them. An inside joke to curb his frustration when Casimir would correct his name with a pained groan, 'Cas...please, just Cas. Casimir is such a damn mouthful.'
Seven would frown in annoyance at this and fold his arms across his chest, 'Be thankful it isn't Octavius, even Nina was almost saddled with Nine.'
