It wasn't too surprising to Harlow that the prince might not have knowledge of the countries of Man. Theirs had been largely separate from the human world; not many chose to visit extensively or learn of the mortal realm as it didn't seem to have much bearing on their life in Faerie. He'd become fascinated with it himself only because he had an endless thirst for knowledge of others. There were so many things that Man had in their world, so many peoples that all seemed different in such grand ways. Harlow had been addicted to visiting the mortal world long before the Nightmare had devastated his own.
"Yes," he agreed, "It's across an ocean from here. The people there fought for their freedom to believe as they chose, to live a life outside their monarch's power, and to have the chance to live their lives more. It was a fascinating time. I was quite young then and it all seemed marvelous that such people could exist. I've never been a fighter myself. My father hated that about me. He liked that I could teach in a way that all could understand though so we made our peace with each other when I was barely an adult. I think it helped that I've something of the look of my mother and she was all in the world he cared for. That was true to the end for him."
His parents had truly loved one another. Flann, Harlow's father, had fought for Nuri because she'd been beautiful, but he'd been prepared to die to win her because he'd come to love her during their courtship. He might have taken other mates, that was true enough, yet he'd always set Nuri first. She had held his heart. No one would have disputed that for fact.
"Have you gotten settled in here, yet? I know that some of ours have been working at coming to terms with living in this world. It seems few were as taken with it as I was when a youth. Can't say as I blame them. I chose to visit this place. I doubt any of us would say that we chose to be here now. Not under the circumstances."