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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 · Fantasie
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361 Chs

Deep Into Danger

Jessamyn squared her shoulders, steeling herself against the anxiety churning inside her. Each step forward felt heavier than the last, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on her. But she couldn't stop. Not now. Not with everything at stake—her husband, her child, her very future. She had to press on, through the fear, through the dread coiling in her gut. For Jerrick. For their son.

There was no turning back.

The valley stretched out before her like a vast, shadowy expanse, cradled by jagged mountains that loomed over the land like ancient sentinels. Their peaks clawed at the sky, dark and menacing, casting long shadows across the plains below. It was eerily silent, the kind of silence that seeped into your bones, making every rustle of wind feel like a whisper of something unseen.