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The Archduke's Songbird

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.

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Her beauty was undeniable, her presence soothing, and yet William couldn't shake the nagging doubt that lingered at the edge of his mind. She sat beside him on the bed, her fingers deftly picking up the bowl of porridge. The aroma filled the air, warm and comforting, but it did little to ease the turmoil within him.

"How are you now?" Elaine's voice was soft, her concern evident as she stirred the porridge, her movements slow and deliberate. She blew on the steaming spoonful before bringing it to his lips, her eyes watching him with an intensity that made his heart ache.

"I wanted to see you… I wasn't allowed…" Elaine's pout was endearing, a small gesture that tugged at the corners of his heart. She was hurt, and it pained him to see her like this, even though he knew the truth that lay beneath her words.

"I didn't want to see you hurt…" William's voice was tender as he reached out to hold her hand, the warmth of her skin grounding him in the moment.