"Do you recognize it?" she asked, her voice gentle. "This tattoo was given to me by my paternal grandfather, Hugolinus Moonstone. When he had it inscribed, he told me that those who carry the same tattoo are considered family. So, do you have it?"
Kael's heart skipped a beat, but he shook his head slowly. "I don't have that tattoo," he said, his voice steady, though there was a hint of confusion in his eyes. "But I've seen a similar tattoo on my sister's arm."
Artemis nodded, understanding his response. "I see," she said, her voice tinged with a note of thoughtfulness. "It seems our paths are more entwined than we realized."
"We… uhh… wouldn't waste Your Highness' time. If you excuse us…" As the moment passed, Laura, noticing the tension that had started to build in the air, gently took Kael's hand and led him to a table farther away from Artemis and the elderly man.
