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.
Leaving For War
The day Jerrick was to leave for war arrived far too soon for Jessamyn's liking. Despite the knot of anxiety twisting in her stomach, she kept her emotions in check as she stood by his side.
The morning air was crisp, a faint mist hovering over the fields surrounding Roche. Jerrick's soldiers, clad in their dark, formidable armor, moved with quiet efficiency as they prepared to march.
Jessamyn took a deep breath and offered Jerrick a kerchief she had embroidered with his family's crest. She had worked on it late into the nights, stitching each thread with care and affection. As she handed it to him, she was surprised by the absence of the fear she used to feel when they faced separation.
There was a time when she would have been consumed by doubts and the gnawing fear of abandonment. But now, as she looked up into Jerrick's steadfast green eyes, all she felt was trust—trust that he would return to her.