***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.
Carrying a carefully folded piece of paper, Lynae stood with her head bowed, a ghost of her former self. Jaylene flew away into the castle.
"What is it, Lynae?" Jessamyn asked gently as she walked towards her.
After their wedding, she hadn't seen much of Lynae. She had been told Lynae was no longer working in the castle, and it was surprising to see her there now.
"You look…" Jessamyn's words trailed off as she rushed to Lynae's side, noticing the young woman's unsteady stance. As she held Lynae's hand, her eyes widened in horror at the sight of scars and bruises littering her skin. "Lynae… who did this to you?" she asked, her voice trembling with concern.
Lynae said nothing, her lips pressed tightly together as if holding in a painful secret. With a trembling hand, she held out the folded paper, urging Jessamyn to take it.