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.
Lord Ashbourne was ready to leave for the mission he'd been assigned and so he added the final touches of his attire and looked at Osbourne one more time.
