"It's as you say," Mattheus smiled disarmingly to Helena. "It is in the past and the only way forward is to look to the future and live in the present."
The woman was frowning now, a look of concern on her face as she leaned forward. "But you are well now?"
The twenty-year-old blinked. "Hm?"
"The timing, Mattheus—" Helena seemed to remember. "Ah, I suppose you wouldn't be aware, with the spotty memories."
The young baron was unsure where the blonde Crown was going with her words. "How do you mean?"
Helena seemed to chew on her lower lip, a sign that she was affected enough by whatever she recalled to forget ingrained decorum. "Looking back on it, that was the time you started distancing yourself from the family—"
