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.
His Try
The soft rustle of fabric and the scrape of wood were the only sounds in the dimly lit room as Jessamyn hastily tucked away the paper she'd been writing on. The delicate scent of ink lingered in the air as she closed the drawer, her fingers trembling slightly. But even as she tried to hide her secrets, she felt his presence—Jerrick, standing impossibly close, his warmth enveloping her like a blanket she both craved and feared.
He was so near that she could feel his breath on her neck. The briefest touch of his sleeve brushing against her arm sent a shiver down her spine. Her pulse quickened as his long, deft fingers slowly trailed along the edge of the drawer. Each movement was deliberate, a silent question hanging in the space between them. Jessamyn's grip tightened on the drawer's handle, her knuckles white as she pressed it shut with firm resolve.