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.
The End of Her Life
Jessamyn stood at the tent's flap, her eyes scanning the gathering outside. The elders hovered in mid-air, their ancient, weathered faces lit by the eerie glow of the moon. They looked like ghostly sentinels of doom, their figures wrapped in shimmering cloaks of bright white, floating silently as if gravity had abandoned them.
She counted them one by one, her heart heavy with the knowledge that this would be the end. All elders were present, each of them embodying the very essence of the Council's dark power.
Moments later, more figures materialized out of the shadows, their arrival as quiet as the dead of night. They wore heavy purple hoods that hid their faces, but their sinister whispers floated on the wind, swirling through the air like an ominous chant. Each one held a single candle, its flame flickering as they chanted in a language older than time, their voices dissonant and harsh.