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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

Not Realizing Her Potential

The horse's unease only added to the weight of dread slowly building in Jessamyn's chest. Jessamyn slid off Jostein, her feet hitting the ground with a soft thud. If Jostein couldn't go forward, she would. The horse tossed his head, his eyes wide with worry, but Jessamyn stroked his neck reassuringly.

"It's okay," she murmured. "I'll figure this out."

She started walking, taking careful, deliberate steps toward the valley, her heart thudding in her chest. With each step, the sensation of something blocking her path grew stronger. It wasn't a physical barrier—there was no wall, no gate—but it was as if the very air had thickened, growing heavier with every breath she took.

She reached out her hand, as if trying to touch the invisible force. Her fingers met nothing, but the feeling of resistance was undeniable. Jessamyn's pulse quickened as she stepped back, biting her lip in frustration. What was this? Magic? A spell?