***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.
The night air was filled with the sounds of the forest—the rustling of leaves, the distant calls of nocturnal creatures, the gentle crackling of the fire. But within the hollowed tree, there was a bubble of calm, a sanctuary where Jessamyn could finally rest. Her dreams were not filled with confusion and fear; instead, they offered her calmness as she leaned into his warmth.
In her dreams, the little wolf cub returned, sniffing and licking her face. It was ticklish, but she loved the feeling. She had a peaceful rest, her subconscious soothed by the presence of the playful cub.
Jerrick smoothed her hair as she rolled to face him. She didn't like the idea of a rolled cloak as a pillow and ended up resting on his arms. As she turned, the fur coat slipped from her shoulders. He tried to cover her, but she leaned into his chest for warmth. Maybe the fur coat wasn't to her taste. He kissed her bare shoulders as she clung to him.