It was a memory that had long since faded, even before Lest had set sail on the high seas, eventually arriving on Arcadia, and subsequently forgetting everything. It was back when he’d been very small, before he’d even learned to read.
Peeking shyly around from behind a servant woman’s skirt, he had barely gotten a glimpse of her, before being shoo’d away.
Lest didn’t know much, but he knew she was important. She seemed around his age. He wondered if they could be friends, and play together. No one else in this castle was his age, after all…
When he brought the idea up to a maid later, he was rebuked.
“Let’s see… a meeting? I haven’t had many of those yet, compared to other people… Oh! I know, how about Frey?” Lest smiled. “That meeting was definitely important to me. Who would have thought that there would be another amnesiac on this island? It… meant a lot to me, that we were the same. I hope that we can be good friends.”