“A royal guard?” Porter echoed. “How do my parents know you?”

Anti looked to Kyte for guidance. Kyte nodded his head before turning to Porter and giving him a reassuring look.

“Your parents are the king and queen of the sea. They rule over the whole ocean.” She said as she ate the food she had brought over to their table. She appreciated the food, savouring every bite.

“So, I’m a prince?” Porter asked, astounded. He didn’t feel like royalty.

“Yes, you’re the prince of the sea.” She sighed. “A lot of people don’t believe you should be anymore, ever since they found out about you and Kyte. They believe you should already be married to a girl of the same species, like a politician’s daughter or something. Someone of importance.” She took a deep breath. “Much of the kingdom are osores.” Anti frowned deeper and stopped touching her food.

“Are my parents…?” Porter began.

“Osores? No, they support you. They just thought it would be best for you to leave the kingdom until things calm down. They would go to war with their own kingdom if it meant you could come home and be safe, but you can’t fight to change someone’s opinion if they really believe it, only themselves and time can help them realise that what they’ve done or believed is wrong. Your mother told me that after I got into a fight with a grumpy old man at a pub.” She laughed at the memory.

Porter couldn’t express the joy he felt. Even though he didn’t remember his parents, he was glad they hadn’t rejected him. He could deal with a bunch of strangers he had never had any connections to hating him, but never someone he loved.

“They actually promised to visit some time soon. They said maybe in a month.” She herself looked excited at the prospect. “You’ll love them.”

Porter looked over to Jessy. She looked about ready to cry. Porter didn’t disturb her; she probably didn’t want anyone to notice. He wished there was some way he could make her parents love her.

After dinner, Kyte and Porter walked back to their room. Nia had no extra rooms at that moment, so Porter had been staying in the room he did in his old life. Of course, he and Kyte were a couple so they slept in the same room.

“So, you dated a prince.” Porter teased. He noticed that every time he smiled, Kyte soon followed as if it was instinct. He also noticed that, by instinct, his smile grew brighter when Kyte smiled.

“Well, technically, you dated a king.” He joked back.

“You’re a king?” Porter asked, unable to make any connections to information he had previously learnt.

“No, we don’t really call it king. I’m the alpha of my pack, which mostly consists of the werewolves who live here, some of them live in town.” He cleared up. He forgot that he hadn’t told Porter about that yet.

“Are you more powerful like alphas are in the movies?” Porter flexed his biceps and made a silly face, which made Kyte laugh. Porter realised, within a few seconds, that that light warm sound was by far his favourite. It made him feel all fuzzy inside and it warmed his stomach.

“No, I have the same amount of strength as before I was alpha.” He chuckled. “And also, if you were wondering, none of us look like the half man werewolves on teen wolf.”

“That’s good. I would be scared half to death if I saw something like that in real life, although I have seen a sick werewolf, you can argue that that is worse.” Porter tried to laugh the fear away, but Kyte saw it before it was gone.

“Your boss can’t hurt you anymore, Nia got rid of him.” He put his arm over Porter’s shoulders as they walked. “And if anyone found us here, it wouldn’t be sick werewolves.”

They got to their room and sat on the bed. Porter yawned as he laid down. He placed his head on the pillow, Kyte placed his on the one adjacent.

They laid in silence for a few minutes. Porter suddenly felt confident and did what his conscience was telling him to do all day. He leaned forward and connected their lips. Kyte welcomed it, as he had done every time. Porter found that with every kiss, another memory or two would resurface. Most of them were of similar situations when they had been kissing, but Porter still cherished them.

After a few seconds they parted. Kyte gave Porter a sleepy smile.

“I’m not getting your hopes up when I kiss you am I?” Porter asked. He was worried he would hurt him if they continued like this.

“Don’t be silly. I know it will take time for you to remember everything. We’re just taking it slow, I’m okay with that. I’d rather this then not being able to speak to you at all.” He swept a piece of hair out of Porter’s eyes.

Porter’s eyelids became heavy. He yawned as if he were roaring like a lion.

“I’ll let you sleep.” Kyte kissed Porter’s forehead as he went to get up. He had been sleeping on the couch for the last week.

“No, stay on the bed. There’s plenty of space.” Porter pulled his hand to make him lay down again.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes.” Porter yawned again. He took his shirt off and Kyte did the same. They pulled the covers over themselves.

Porter couldn’t stop staring at Kyte as he slept. Kyte had fallen asleep within a minute. Porter wished he could sleep like that.

Porter searched every inch of Kyte’s face, committing it to memory. Despite being with him a lot, he never got the chance to look at every small detail. Details like how, even though his skin looks as though it has no marks, he has a small freckle right under his left eye, so tiny that it blends in with his eyelashes. Or how he has a long, thin, white scar running from the back of his left ear to below his left collar bone. He had never noticed either things before.

After several minutes of staring creepily at Kyte’s face, Porter finally fell asleep.