***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.
"I am here, Dearest Songbird…" Jerrick's voice was a low murmur, each syllable laced with an unspoken vow as his lips found hers. He kissed her deeply, as if he could draw out the pain with each tender press of his mouth. It was a kiss meant to soothe, to anchor her back to him, and in that exchange, he felt something shift.
Whether he was truly swallowing her grief or his own steady calm was tempering her distress, he didn't know. But slowly, gradually, her sobs softened, her trembling ceased, and she melted into his embrace like a weary bird finding shelter from the storm.
"I'm here," he whispered, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling in the intimate closeness. "I'm not dying that easily, Mynah." He wanted to believe those words, to make them real just by saying them aloud.
He remembered too vividly the sound of her heart-wrenching wails when she first touched the tree. The agony of that memory was etched into his soul.