Our Past

Harlyn

I’m confused by his questions. What does where we are have to do with anything?

“You honestly don’t remember, do you?” He looks at me, hurt, and I shrug, unsure of what to even say. It’s clear he thinks I don’t remember something, but what is it exactly?

“I’m not sure what I’m meant to be remembering, Your Majesty,” I say, looking at him confused.

“What if I told you that at this spot, you don’t call me Your Majesty, Highness, Prince or similar, just Stefan?” he asks, and I look at him confused.

“I-” What? “I don’t get what you’re saying.” I don’t. I don’t understand why he would say that.

“Here, just come here.” He pulls me forward slightly. “Sit.” I laugh at him ordering me. “Just, please, sit down.” Sighing, I sit in the same spot as before, where I was with Wayne, and I watch as he sits next to me.

Is this some sort of trick? I glance at him, confused.

“Lie down, Harlyn.”

Turning, I stare at him. “What? No.” What the hell? I go to stand, and he stops me.

“Just listen and li