Till It Is Cold (3)

"She likes to get ahead of herself—I thought you were already used to it," another voice states, attracting my attention. "It seems half a year of not meeting each other is enough to make someone forget about you."

The playful jab that is thrown at me makes me quirk an eyebrow after I find out the identity of the speaker. I never expected the stoic and formal Elven Queen Haletha would say something like that to me.

This development just proves her point. Half a year is enough time to make someone not recognize you. People change every second and she is no different. She used to be serious all the time but she smiles easily now. I guess she enjoys her life as the Queen of the Dark Elf more than she did years ago.

"Does that mean she is not joking?" I ask, addressing the issue.