***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.
When they reached the mansion, it was early morning. Jessamyn managed to compose herself on the way. She now knew exactly when she was going to die. She could cry about it or consider it a blessing in disguise.
She decided to choose the latter.
How many people know when they'll die? She decided to make use of every moment alive to fulfill her mission.
"Do we need this many servants here?" she asked, seeing the teeming servants in the house. She really loved it when it was just the two of them and the magically refilling bathtub.
Jerrick gently rubbed her ear. "You truly desired the life in a cottage, didn't you?" he said, his eyes clouding.
He had seen how she maintained the Jasmine Villa. It was not the villa she envisioned, although she tried to fit the cottage she envisioned there. It was enough to make her happy.