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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 Twins

 

Jerrick released a long, weary breath as Roche came into view. The familiar silhouette of the town stirred a flood of memories he had tried hard to bury. Roche—once their haven, once the place where he and Jessamyn had built their happiest moments. Now it was a place too painful to return to. He hadn't set foot here since the day she died, unable to face the emptiness that her absence had created.

But this was his fief. He was their lord, their protector. No matter the grief that clawed at him, he had a duty to them. He needed to stand by them, even if the weight of his loss was like a stone in his chest, pressing down on every breath he took.

As Jerrick approached Roche, still an hour away, a figure on horseback came charging toward him through the dim evening light. The rider's silhouette was unmistakable, even in the shadows—Bernard, his ever-loyal friend and steward.