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The Archduke's Songbird

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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174 Chs

The Veiled Woman

 

Jessamyn looked at Jerrick's face filled with expectation. His gaze, hidden behind a mask of composure, hid the cocktail of emotions swirling within him.

Jerrick tried to act composed in front of her. Beneath his stoic facade, a tornado of longing for the days he missed, surged, yearning to be expressed to the woman before him.

As he extended his hand, a silent plea echoed in his eyes, urging Jessamyn to cast aside her doubts and share this moment with him. With a flutter of hesitation, she agreed, allowing him to lead her onto the dance floor.

She might not want to spend her next life with him, but this lifetime, she had agreed to marry him. She might as well dance with him.

Jerrick, wearing a smile unfamiliar to those around him, escorted her onto the dance floor. Jessamyn's heart pounded against her chest cavity, as the warmth of his hand reached her hand.