The name sparked something in Evian's recent memory. A memory of Myrine making a small mention of her past. With that, he finally realized why the Delegate's brown hair looked familiar; It was the same shade as Myrine's.
Myron spread his arms wide, a 'delighted' smile on his face,
"Sister," he called as he took eager steps forward.
Myrine allowed herself to be embraced and despite the smile on her lips, her expression and her body language made it seem like she was unsure how to react to this surprise.
Evian heard a displeased grunt from behind and he didn't have to turn to know it had come from his Father.
Lord Stygian glared at the embracing siblings with displeasure and decided to repeat his Wife's question- The one that still did not have an answer,
"Myron, why is it you?"
The siblings separated and Myron turned toward the Stygian Lord, a smile on his face but a mocking intention so clear to see and feel,
