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Remember Me



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05-02-2013, 07:50 PM



She recoiled from him and he almost wished she hadn't. He had to keep reminding himself what had happened, and why they were here in the first place. They were divorced, he was her ex, and she his. He needed to remember that. He had to. It didn't matter that she couldn't, it was up to him to do so. "It'll come back to you," he replied wistfully - not sure if he truly believed it or not. Odds were fifty-fifty, her memories would either come back, or they wouldn't. He wasn't honestly sure which option he preferred more. On one hand, she didn't hate him if she couldn't remember, but on the other hand, she would not know their pups, or anyone else for that matter. How would she ever piece back together the last four years of her life? Her cheek lightly brushed his for a moment, and the man froze on the spot, unsure if he should be engaging in any physical contact with her. But the feeling was nice, and so he returned the light pressure for a second before retreating to his own personal space.

"I'm glad they did. We have an alliance with the Valhallans. They are an honorable pack of wolves." He would not share by what means the alliance had been made. He knew that she would be furious - or the old Adette would have, anyway. Perhaps this Adette would be more agreeable. Perhaps this one wouldn't divorce him like the last had. He blinked twice. He had to remember always that he had made the decision. She had laid down the line, but it had been his choice to walk on that line, or walk away from it. He had chosen the latter. "Anything you want, Adette. Are you tired from your trip? We could rest a while if you would like that. We could also get something to eat, or keep exploring, or just sit and talk." He knew a long time would be spent with his ex wife, piecing together just what her intentions were - if she knew at all. Did she want to stay here? He assumed that she would, at least long enough to learn about her past and herself. Then again, once she knew she might not want to stay. The King slowed his pace to let her decide the course of events that would take place.

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