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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Can He Be Helped?

Jessamyn's heart ached with helplessness. Behind her, she could still hear Mrs. Eisenberg's mournful wails, the sound of a mother grieving for her lost child. In front of her, Isadora seemed to be slipping away, her mind fracturing under the weight of her sorrow.

Then the horse stopped, and Jerrick leaped from its back, rushing to Bernard's side. Only then did Jessamyn notice the onlookers staring at them. The commotion had attracted them.

Jessamyn's breath caught as she watched Jerrick kneel beside the dying man, his hands moving with practiced precision as he checked Bernard's pulse.

"Bernard was poisoned. Help him!" Jessamyn's voice cracked with desperation as she pleaded with her husband.

Jerrick's brow furrowed as he examined Bernard, his face grim. Isadora watched him, her eyes blank, her hands slowly losing their grip on Bernard as she sensed the inevitable.