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.
Meeting His Mother
Suddenly, Beatrice's eyes widened, and she tugged at Isadora's sleeve. "There she is!" she whispered urgently.
Jessamyn and Isadora turned to see a woman in the crowd, her face a mix of worry and relief. Beatrice's mother had found them.
Isadora gave Beatrice's hand a reassuring squeeze. "It's alright, Beatrice. We're here with you."
Beatrice took a deep breath and nodded, her small hand clinging to Isadora's.
Beatrice's mother's worry apparent on her face was replaced with disappointment and slowly anger. Beatrice's hold on Isadora's hand tightened and she practically clung to her arm.
As Beatrice's mother approached, Jessamyn stepped forward with a warm smile, covering the both of them.
Bernice's mother paused for a moment, to compose herself. She surely couldn't speak her mind when in the presence of the Archduchess. She did a polite curtsey.