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#FATEDLOVE
#ABANDONED
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#GETTINGBACKTOGETHER
#FAKEIDENTITY

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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361 Chs
#BETRAYAL
#BEAUTY
#NONHUMAN
#HISTORICAL
#FATEDLOVE
#ABANDONED
#THESTRONGACTINGWEAK
#GETTINGBACKTOGETHER
#FAKEIDENTITY

Her Blatant Lie

 

 "It's the Grand Duke. I've seen him transform into a white wolf…" Jessamyn's voice trembled as she bowed, her fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of her cloak.

The lie had taken all her courage, and now the weight of her words hung heavily in the luminous air of the council chamber.

Her master's gaze bore into her, intense and searching. Jessamyn maintained her composure to make them believe she was not lying.

The atmosphere shifted subtly, the air crackling with an almost palpable energy. Jessamyn could feel the presence of the elders intensify, as if they were communicating silently with her master, their collective thoughts swirling around him like a storm.

For a long, breathless moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Jessamyn's heart pounded in her chest, her thoughts racing.