***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.
Jessamyn stood by the window, gently rubbing her arms as she gazed at the night sky. The moon hung like a silver pendant, casting its serene light over the world. The stars, still shimmering in the sky, seemed to whisper their secrets, aware that the sun would soon reclaim the heavens.
A loose robe draped over her shoulders, its fabric whispering against her skin. Her long hair billowed in the gentle breeze, carrying with it the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers. The thin material of her robe clung to her delicate curves, to the movement of the wind, hinting at the graceful silhouette beneath.
Under the moonlight, she looked ethereal.
She still couldn't believe she was staying in the palace that night. The moonlight cast an ethereal glow on the grand chambers, making the surreal feel even more dreamlike.