***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 couldn't shake the exhilarating sensation of being revered as they made their way back from the hidden valley. The respect she felt from those people—giants, warriors, and half-giants alike—was unlike anything she had experienced before.
It wasn't the superficial courtesies of court or the obligatory bows from servants; it was a deep, genuine reverence. And Jerrick had given her that, showing her a side of himself and his world she never knew existed.
She felt the warmth of his presence, a silent assurance that she was cherished and powerful in her own right, not just as his wife, but as a woman who now commanded respect in a place where strength reigned supreme.
"William said the seer is lingering and waiting for you in the forest," Jerrick's voice broke through her thoughts.