***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 arrival of the Crown Prince of Altania was announced with great fanfare. The man now had a smile on his face as he had avoided keeping his side of the bargain.
He was awed by the timing of their prince. He always was there when his people needed him. Their prince was a true hero.
Prince Aelius Kaiser, a striking figure, sat proudly on a majestic white horse. His royal ceremonial robes, embroidered with golden threads and adorned with precious gemstones, shimmered in the afternoon sun.
His golden hair pressed under the gold crown fluttered in the wind and his blue eyes echoed the clear sky, twinkling with delight.
Jessamyn noticed some young women of Ayberia swooning for the Crown Prince of Altania. Jessamyn thought about how vain the heart of some women was.
Surrounding them was a retinue of attendants and guards, all clad in matching uniforms, exuding an aura of opulence and authority.