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.
Covering Her Darkness With His Colors
As the grand hall swirled with whispers and the soft rustle of silk, all eyes turned to the magnificent figure striding forth. In the lavish chamber, where the sunlight danced on gilded walls, he walked with a large gait, with the same determination he walked toward the battle.
His cloak of midnight black billowed from his broad shoulders, caught in a tantalizing dance with every step he took. His eyes, deep as the ancient forest, focused on her as if she were a land he wished to conquer. His presence commanded attention, every inch of him exuding an aura of power and allure.
His loyal warriors followed him with their hands over the hilt of their swords, their presence a silent testament to his authority and strength. Each one a formidable guardian, their unwavering devotion a reflection of the man they followed without question.