Daemyn could feel his teeth gritting, and more than that, he could feel a headache coming on. He had come here hoping to get rid of some tension and instead, he was gaining it. "That..." He had suspected that perhaps his father had bastard children, of course, he knew too much of his habits to think otherwise. But for some reason the reality of it had never really sunk into his mind. He'd never truly considered the implications of the matter. Such as a woman standing there, staring at him, who looked like she really was his sister.
Watchers be good, he didn't believe she didn't let men have her. They probably fell over themselves for it.
Daemyn rocked back a little on his heels, feeling as though someone had hit him. Twenty-nine. She was the same age as him. Had been born the same year. Which meant that the same year his father had gone and gotten his wife with his heir he had been taking other women into his bed as well. "I am twenty-nine," he said, voice a little off. The rest of the world seemed to fall away, even what he had wanted when he first came in vanished, all that mattered was that he was standing face-to-face with the sister he had never known he had. "When?" He might actually be sick.