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

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

His Affirmation

 

Jerrick carried her to a nearby bench, gently caressing her head with tenderness, not minding the pain radiating from his shoulder. The deeper her teeth sank into him, the gentler his caresses became; each stroke a silent reassurance. He sat on the bench, leaning against the wall, cradling her securely in his lap.

He whispered soothing words, his voice a balm to her wounded spirit, even as his shoulder throbbed with pain. Jerrick understood that sometimes, the path to healing began with a raw, unfiltered expression of hurt, and he was willing to bear it all for her.

Not even a minute had passed, but he felt the force of her bite lessen. The ferocity of her anger and pain waned, replaced by a hesitance, or perhaps pity, that surfaced over the turmoil she tried to suppress. Her grip on him loosened, the fierce tension in her body gradually easing.