***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.
Jerrick's eyes blurred as he held the letter in his trembling hands, his heart aching with each word Jessamyn had left behind. Her elegant script wove through the paper, carrying the weight of her regrets, her unfulfilled wishes, and the sorrow of her abrupt departure. It was as if her voice, delicate and haunting, was murmuring in his ears.
"No, My Songbird, I could never be angry at you…" His voice broke, and his fingers traced the lines she had written, pausing on the words where she asked whether he was angry for the way she had left him—without warning, without farewell.