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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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361 Chs

Theodulf Bloodline

Jessamyn closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. The fear of the unknown must be the greatest fear of mankind, probably next to the fear of death. Even in such uncertainty, Jessamyn didn't feel any fear.

She sensed a warmth on her neck and shoulder. She had a feeling that being was standing very close to her.

"Who are you?" she asked stretching her hand to have a feel. If she could hear that being and sense the warmth, she figured she could touch it.

She reached out, slowly, giving a leeway for that being to step back if it didn't like to be touched. There was no other movement and every noise around, appeared to have gone hush.

In the quiet hush of the forest, her fingertips brushed against the silken fur of the majestic being, her touch tentative yet filled with a longing she couldn't quite comprehend. Despite the nothingness that shrouded her vision, her other senses danced with vivid intensity, painting a portrait of the creature before her.