Daemyn's eyes bugged a little when she said that. She was twenty-nine and her birthday was four days before his. She had been born four days earlier than him. Had she been a boy, had she been legitimate, she would have been the heir of Taraias. She would've been his older brother, his twin practically, and all that he had been raised too, all that he had known would have been gone. But for the reversing of their mothers.
"You are four days older than me," he informed Ryn. "Four days." For all either of them knew, Daphisio had gone from his wife, Tanna, to whoever Ryn's mother had been in a matter of hours. They didn't even have to be days apart, they could've been hours apart. He let out a snort and shook his head, trying to wrap his mind around it so that he knew what was actually going on. "You have met him? My father?" Not 'our' father, no, Daemyn didn't think he could say that. He hardly managed to say it to Raphisio with heavy sarcasm implicit in his tone! How could he say it to someone who may be lying? Though truthfully, he didn't think she was. There were too many similarities between them.