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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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The Only One

 

Jerrick shifted his hand from Jessamyn's lower back to above her head with a fluid, protective motion. The blade of the giant's axe, descending with deadly force, met Jerrick's transformed hand and, incredibly, shattered into countless pieces. The shards of the once fearsome weapon splintered in all directions, but Jerrick's powerful arm shielded Jessamyn from every last fragment, ensuring not a single piece touched her.

The sound of the axe breaking echoed through the valley, a powerful testament to Jerrick's strength and control.

As the blade disintegrated, the giant who had wielded it fell to his knees, overwhelmed by the encounter. His massive helmet, dislodged by the force, rolled away, clanking heavily against the stone floor. The sheer size of it was staggering; the helmet alone was as tall as Jessamyn's shoulder.