Lord Ashbourne dressed with a refined elegance that spoke of both power and wealth. He wore a finely tailored tunic of deep indigo, its fabric woven from rare silken threads that caught the light with a soft sheen.
The high collar was trimmed with delicate silver embroidery in patterns resembling the constellations — a subtle nod to his family's storied lineage. Over his shoulders, he draped a cloak of dark gray velvet, fastened with a brooch of polished obsidian carved into his family crest.
"You look good." Osbourne complemented his twin brother as he stood before him. He moved back a little, taking his brother's dressing into observation a second time only to nod approvingly. "Yup! You definitely look good."
"Haha… Thank you for those words, Osbourne." Lord Ashbourne patted his brother's shoulder forcing a dry smile.
