I forced another awkward smile onto my face, realizing how silent I’d become the longer I sat there. I felt like a doll—a mere decoration brought to amuse them, or rather, to entertain Penrose specifically. I glanced at her, catching a flicker in her sharp eyes. It was unmistakable—a wicked idea had sparked in her mind.
"One more thing, my dearest, strict brother... How is it that Thalassa has your ability?" she asked, her smirk curving with intrigue as her gaze locked onto Hadrian.
“What?” I blurted, the words cutting through my haze, leaving me more alert than ever.
Penrose leaned forward, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "My brother has always been able to recall every detail with absolute precision. His memory is unparalleled." She tilted her head toward me, then shifted her focus back
