***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 wolf chuckled looking at the moon. "She's a beauty, isn't she? Waning or waxing or on a full moon day, she's the prettiest…"
"If you say so," Jessamyn smiled wryly. She had long forgotten the intrigue of the moon.
But she could understand that she was not the only careful one. The wolf too didn't want to reveal his identity, she understood.
Maybe he doesn't work for the council...?
Both of them sat in silence staring at the moon.
Suddenly the wolf stood up. Jessamyn was startled by his sudden movement and looked at him with her eyes wide.
Did he sense any danger around?
"Am I safe? You won't pull out your crossbow on me out of nowhere, will you?" He asked.
Jessamyn ended up giggling. "No, I won't."
He then shuffled to the side while side-eying her.