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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.

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"It's William," Jessamyn murmured softly, her voice trembling as her hand gently rested on Cordelia's arm. She could feel her friend's confusion, the tension radiating from her like a wave. "In his wolf form. He… he saved us."

Cordelia blinked rapidly, her mind racing to catch up with the words Jessamyn had just spoken. "William? But… how?" Her voice was laced with disbelief, her wide eyes searching Jessamyn's face for answers.

Jessamyn hesitated, the weight of the truth pressing heavily on her chest. How could she explain the tangled history, the dark secrets that bound them all together in ways Cordelia could never have imagined? Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to meet Cordelia's bewildered gaze.

"William is… a Theodulf," Jessamyn said quietly, her words faltering as her eyes drifted to the lifeless body lying in a pool of blood before them. The room seemed to darken with the weight of her words. "That woman... she was his mother."