Altsin met Eldon's sharp, perceptive gaze and calmly parted his lips.

"Altsin Sullivan."

He had no intention of hiding his identity. He came with a purpose, and sooner or later, it would be revealed—there was no point in concealment.

At the sound of that surname, Eldon narrowed his eyes slightly. "Are you Earl Sullivan’s grandson?"

Altsin gave a small nod and corrected him, "To be precise, his maternal grandson."

Eldon raised an eyebrow. "Stella’s boy?"

"Yes," Altsin affirmed. "Stella is my mother."

A spark of recognition lit up Eldon's eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. "No wonder you look familiar. Those features of yours—your eyes, your brows—you’re...