***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.
Jessamyn struggled to hold on to hope, but her resolve was wavering. Panic surged through her as she attempted to move, only to find her legs suddenly heavy, almost as if they were bound by an invisible force. She gasped, her heart pounding in her chest as she staggered.
"Your Grace… are you alright?" Hamilton's voice was filled with concern as he reached out to steady her, his strong hands keeping her from falling.
Jessamyn could feel something constricting around her legs, preventing her from moving forward. "This can't be happening," she whispered, her voice trembling as she instinctively placed a protective hand over her belly. The life growing within her was a beacon of hope, but fear gnawed at her from all sides.
She couldn't allow herself to be captured, not by that woman. Jerrick's mother would stop at nothing to keep her prisoner, and Jessamyn knew the lengths to which she might go.