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The Archduke's Songbird

***Completed*** Lady Jessamyn brought home a ten-year-old orphan when she was eight. He was handsome ^_~. She provided him with a place to stay and warm meals. As they grew up, she desired to marry him, despite their differing statuses. As war raged, he signed up for the military, promising to ask for her hand when he was worthy. Two years later, he became more than what he promised he would be. He became the Archduke of Ayberia. But he broke her heart by marrying her friend. Years rolled away; life happened. She married a man who loved her and fell madly in love with him. She didn't think of him again. But fate was cruel; she was widowed at the age of twenty-one. She lost everything. Seven years later, she met a mysterious wolf while she was out at work in the Archduke's fief. She had a fall. The next morning, she found herself on the Archduke's bed. Did fate bring them together again? Or something nefarious is at play?  Is this a chance for a second love? Will she find out why he abandoned her in the past? Is it possible to rekindle their old love, or is it too late? ----- Join me in this journey. Your comments and votes are appreciated. Gift me to motivate me. Updates will be daily.

Golda · Fantasy
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His eyes widened as recognition dawned upon him, freezing him in place. The realization of who he was holding by the throat caused him to immediately release his grip, his rough, calloused hand retracting as though it had been scorched by a sudden flame.

Jessamyn gasped, her lungs greedily pulling in the cold, crisp air that she had been so desperately deprived of. She watched him with wide, unblinking eyes, her breath shallow and quick, still trying to comprehend the rapid shift in her circumstances.

For a moment, the forest around them seemed to hold its breath as well, the snow falling in a soft, almost reverent silence. The man's gaze lingered on Jessamyn's face, and she could see the turmoil brewing in his eyes—a mixture of shock, confusion, and something else she couldn't quite place.

His face, rugged and weathered by the harsh conditions of war, softened as he stepped back, giving her space.