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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

The White Wolf

In the eerie glow of the waning moonlight, a pack of mutts shuffled forward, their fur matted and grimy, eyes glazed over with a haunting emptiness. Jessamyn stood alone in the darkness, her heart pounding.

The wolves moved in a disjointed manner, limbs jerking awkwardly as if controlled by some unseen force. They bared their dull and stained fangs, and a low, guttural growl emanated from their throats, as their mouth lathered with slobber.

As they drew nearer, Jessamyn couldn't see the remnants of their former human selves in the twisted forms before her. They had lost the life they once knew. Touched by the shapeshifter, now, they were nothing more than mindless husks, driven by an insatiable hunger for flesh, stinking like rotten flesh.

They approached her steadily and Jessamyn realized one another thing. The poison in her body was flushed out as she was kept away from them. Having monkshood poison in her body would have served as a deterrent.