Chapter 52. 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.