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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.

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#BETRAYAL
#BEAUTY
#NONHUMAN
#HISTORICAL
#FATEDLOVE
#ABANDONED
#THESTRONGACTINGWEAK
#FAKEIDENTITY
#GETTINGBACKTOGETHER

Fragile Daughter

 

The cold air of the dimly lit tower seemed to cling to Jessamyn's skin as Lady Celena raised her sword, the gleaming edge catching the faint flicker of candlelight. Jessamyn stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest.

The gravity of the moment hit her like a wave, but it wasn't fear for herself that gripped her—it was the thought of leaving her unborn son to these two twisted, vengeful women. She knew they would raise him in a world of bitterness, molding him into a weapon, and that thought shattered her resolve.

"Your son will survive without you, won't he?" Lady Celena's lips curved into a dangerous smile, the malice in her voice thick and chilling.