***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," Jerrick gently took her hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "What message did he receive from Altania? You know something, don't you?" His voice was soft, filled with concern.
Jessamyn shrugged, her gaze dropping to the ground as she pondered deeply. She felt a heaviness in her chest, the weight of secrets she wasn't sure she should share.
"You can tell me anything, you know that, right?" Jerrick's voice was tender, yet firm. Seeing her so pale and anxious pained him. He wanted to ease her burden, to share whatever was troubling her.
"They are going to ask to join the games," Jessamyn finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes were dim, shadowed with worry.