Poor orphan… I have seen royalty with thy very frame. Separated at birth, perhaps. We call it "boppelgänger" — thy body's double. Cross the Black Forest with me, and maybe you'll claim thy birthright.

Offer these details and I'll lead you to the castle.

Stay close to me, traveler… beware the wolves.

By mine own eyes… thou art twins!

The new heir is confirmed!