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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 · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
361 Chs

Her Request

"Why is your shirt open? Aren't you cold?" Jessamyn tried to pull his shirt to cover his chest. But she couldn't.

"I like to feel the night wind on my chest." He chuckled and even puffed his chest to make it harder for her. The ties were undone and she noticed that even his abdomen was not covered.

"Cover yourself! It's…unsightly!" she shouted at him but he smirked at her.

"Is it really?"

Jessamyn mumbled curses under her breath. She was mostly angry at herself for minding his nakedness.

"It's a fetish of mine… Also, I am holding you and the reins…I apologize, I cannot help you."

Jessamyn glared at him but he didn't budge. "Then, let me sit at the back. I don't want to ruin your fetish…" She squirmed but his hold on her waist tightened.

"Why? Are you not comfortable with my skin?" he asked.

She wanted to take a bite out of his chest. She was that mad. But she knew that guy would think of it as some provocation.