The Eyes

Harlyn

Stefan stands before me, and I can sense I am annoying him. I feel angry at him, though, and I'm not entirely sure why, so rather than ignoring it, I use it and taunt him.

“Yes, that; now you can stop playing dumb and acting like you have no memory of it,” he snaps, and I almost laugh.

“I wasn’t playing dumb, Your Majesty. I honestly forgot about it.” Pausing, I smile at him. “Isn’t that what you wanted? This wretch to forget about you and leave you alone?” I watch as his eyes widen at my words.

He was expecting a weak, pathetic Harlyn. Sure, I can’t just walk away and dismiss him, but I can undoubtedly use words to taunt him. Hate builds within me, and it's an unusual feeling. Something I can't squash.

“Is that all, Your Majesty? I must see the Princess,” I say before turning to leave.

His hand snaps out and grabs mine. Again? That is twice in one day he’s touched me.

“No, you’re not going anywhere,” his voice echoes, commanding my attention again.

I meet his gaze, and there i