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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The wolf's ears perked up and his tail stood on edge. Focusing his sharp eyes in a particular direction, he growled.
Jessamyn listened closer and her eyes widened in sheer horror at the sight before her.
Slithering sinuously through the brush, a menacing troupe of rattlesnakes approached with an eerie, almost hypnotic grace, like moving shadows under the dim moonlight. The unmistakable sound of their rattles echoed through the air, a chilling warning of the imminent danger.
"What's going on?" she mumbled.
She had walked through this forest for years. The forest hosted a lot of venomous creatures and she had encountered a few of them. But this was the first time she saw a troupe of snakes approaching them as if they were conjured to attack.
A wave of fear surged through her, gripping her heart with icy fingers. It was as if time had slowed to a crawl, each heartbeat thudding in her chest like a drum of impending doom.