***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.
Isadora's throat grew parched, triggering a cough. Physical endurance wasn't her forte; an hour of running under the scorching sun felt like torture. She felt her energy draining away as if death was looming over her.
Despite her fatigue, she refused to surrender, scanning the tall grass for any sign of Bernard. Yet, he remained elusive, vanished like her patience.
Since the ceremony's conclusion, she trailed behind him, longing for a chance to chat. However, he dashed off as if fleeing from a predator, leaving her frustrated.
"How clueless can he be?" Isadora muttered, exasperated. "Doesn't he realize I can't run for long? I've reached my limit. No more running."