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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.

Golda · Fantasia
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He Surprised Her

Carefully, Jessamyn tried to shift, not wanting to wake him but needing to adjust her position. As she moved, Jerrick mumbled something incoherent and tightened his grip momentarily before relaxing again. His arm around her waist was firm yet tender, and his eyebrows were knitted.

She felt a pang of something—affection, perhaps?—as she gently traced her finger between his eyebrows.

"Jerrick," she whispered softly, testing to see if he would wake. He didn't stir, his breathing deep and even.

With a sigh, Jessamyn decided to let herself relax. There would be time for questions and doubts later. For now, she allowed herself to sink back into the warmth of his embrace, the strange sense of security he provided wrapping around her as surely as his arms.

Without knowing, she started to caress his hair. It was fluffy and silky smooth to the touch; relaxing. The soft sensation of his hair lulled her back to sleep.