Remember Me

She looked puzzled. She really couldn't remember anything. How could this have happened? Gerhardt gave a sigh, and a slight look of alarm. Valhallans had told her that he was her husband. She didn't remember their fight, didn't remember him turning his back and walking away. Some tiny part of him chimed in, telling him he could start over if he wanted, but he knew he couldn't do that. What if her memory came back? She wasn't a pawn he could play with, she was a wolf, and she deserved better. Even if he was a bit lonely at times. "At the time they probably were not aware of our separation. They found you in the Rio Grande after we had a fight. One of the men who found you came and informed me that you were being taken care of. I am sorry all of this has happened, I never meant for any harm to come to you." He felt responsible, and certainly she would think he was responsible. For all she knew he'd thrown her into that river, though he hoped she would not think such a thing. He would have to show her how kind and considerate he was, and then she would believe that he'd had no part in this. "If you would like to come in, I can tell you anything you'd like to know." Another day he might've asked her if she wanted a tour - as he was quite fond of showing off his land - but as it were, this would be a foreign land to her even if she had her memory. They had recently moved here, and there was no chance the land would bring back any memories by itself. What she needed was his knowledge, and he would give her all he had.

"Speech"