Remember Me

The King shifted his weight instantaneously as she butted up against him. She must've been looking at the land and not paying attention to where she'd been walking. He smirked lightly, she still had a few of her old traits. "You mentioned not knowing who you were. You were a strong, independent, fiery sort of woman. In fact, when we met as just pups you set your claim on me. I remember, you told me that I had better not even look at anyone else because one day we were going to be married.." He trailed off, recalling those moments. "I guess you knew what you were talking about." Sentiment would overwhelm the man, and before he knew it he felt a wetness welling up in his eyes. If only she could remember something - anything. "But as they say, all good things come to an end. You and I had a terrible fight. In the end of it we were separated for good. You went off in a direction I wasn't aware of, and I returned to what used to be our den. The next day a man came running across my borders screaming that you'd been found in the river. He swore to me you were dead. I went to the spot with him but you had been moved - by Valhallans according to his account. I knew they would take care of you if they could." He wondered if she would resent him for not going looking for her. It just hadn't been the practical thing to do. Realistically, a King could not leave his land and go traipsing after his ex wife who had somehow - by suicide attempt or otherwise - ended up nearly drowning in a river. Collected paws would carry him across the landscape through the wide clearing between the forest in the south and the cropland in the northwest. He would take her and show her the barn, shed, and lean to - anything she wanted to see. He owed her that much.

"Speech"