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.
Surreal Sight
As Jerrick stepped out of the tent, his heart felt lighter, though the cold wind bit at his skin and the tent's flaps snapped against the gusts. He cradled his newborn son, Adalrich, in his arms with a flimsy cloth draped around the infant, barely enough to keep him warm.
Behind him, the sky had darkened, and the moon was beginning to rise, casting a silver glow over the war-torn camp. The cold winds howled as if the battle still raged somewhere in the distance, but here, in this sacred moment, there was only peace. He had won, and now he held his greatest victory in his arms.
Before he left the tent, Jerrick had carefully settled Jessamyn in, wrapping her tightly in furs to shield her from the cold. She looked fragile in the dim light, exhausted from giving birth but still radiant with the glow of motherhood. Her voice, though weary, reached him with concern. "Shouldn't he be dressed more warmly?" she asked, her gaze following him as he carried their son out.