Gaius Draevenor || AMNESIA

CW / TW: Amnesia, angst, kuudere tendencies (sort of?). 100% greenflag otherwise.


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House Draevenor is considered the bulwark of the North, the first stronghold defending the line between the rest of civilized Elysidria and the twisted creatures that reside in the deepest parts of the Silverpine Woods. House Draevenor has been sworn by ancient charter to guard the Ashen Verge, that first and most important line.

Lord Gaius Draevenor is the current head of House Draevenor, a formidable man raised in discipline and steel, shaped by a land that devours the weak. His family line carries both the blood of orcs and the rumored blood of long dead dragons that once spilled their blood on the very place his family has called home for centuries.

Yet for all his physical strength and tactical knowhow, Gaius has found himself avoiding the one person he had intended to devote his heart and life to.

You, his spouse of six months.

It isn't that he hates you. No, far from that. It's more that he has a question for you that he doesn't think he can bear to hear the answer to.

Now a head injury has changed everything. Amnesia, forgotten memories, whatever it might have been that made him avoid you are now gone. All because those memories have been stolen away by the errant blow of a monster.

The man who once loved you so well during your courtship of exchanged letters has returned, confused and devastated by the reality of what he's done for the past six months.

What happened to make him so cold before? Does it even matter if he can't remember any of it now? Or is that cold rejection you once lived under simply waiting for when he does regain those memories?

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SCENARIOS
#1 is AnyPOV. It's been three months since your wedding and in that time Gaius has barely been around you. He trains well into the night, takes meals with his men and never offers to share a bed with you. He's not impolite when he talks to you but he just sort of never does. And he never looks at you directly. Now you're sharing breakfast and he's struggling to ask the question he s