Cassandra's sharp eyes flickered between the absurdly dressed envoy standing in the clearing and the young elvin beside her. Her mind raced as she struggled to process the strange resemblance.
The floral-adorned figure spoke with an air of forced authority, but she saw through the veneer. Beneath the gaudy disguise and deeper voice, she recognized him.
Her ability rarely lied. It allowed her to see through facades, illusions, and disguises, but this… this couldn't be right.
She muttered, her voice low but trembling with incredulity, "Young Master… you don't have another twin sibling, a twin brother, do you?"
Adrian, standing beside her in his elvin guise, froze mid-thought.
His elvin ears caught the unusual edge in her tone, and he turned to her with a startled expression. For a moment, his eyes held suspicion before confusion bled into them.
"Why do you ask?" His voice was calm, but the undertone carried a guarded edge.
