"Silas! I'm Silas Greymere! How can you not remember me?" The sorcerer exclaimed, his voice laced with a mixture of indignation and disbelief.
Sienna-Rose stared at him, her brow furrowed in confusion. Try as she might, she simply could not place this man in her memory—his name and face held no familiarity for her. She racked her brain, scouring the depths of her recollection, but there was no mention of a "Silas Greymere" in the wealth of information she had gathered during her time in this world.
Before Sienna-Rose could respond, Olivia's gentle touch on her arm drew her attention. "Pardon my insolence, Lord Silas," Olivia began, her voice soft yet tinged with a hint of steel. "However, after our return from the Halcyon Desert, where my wife was in a coma for weeks, she has unfortunately lost some of her memories. That is likely why she does not recognize you."
