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#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.

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

The Confrontation She Needed

 

"Mother," Jessamyn began, her voice wavering slightly.

"Jessamyn," she said curtly, her tone cold enough to freeze the air between them. "You look well…That's a nice color on you."

Jessamyn straightened her shoulders, trying to maintain her composure despite the sharp sting of her mother-in-law's words. She knew she would not like to see her wearing colors when her son was dead. "I'm here to buy a gift," she explained, though she knew it wouldn't soften the Dowager's disapproval.

"A gift?" the Dowager Countess echoed; her voice laden with skepticism. "For whom, pray tell?"

"For Ethan's ladylove," Jessamyn replied, hoping to defuse the tension with a straightforward answer.

The Dowager Countess's eyes narrowed further. "Ethan's ladylove," she repeated slowly as if weighing the words. "And how is it that you find yourself in such a position?"