***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.
Jerrick couldn't tear his gaze away from Jessamyn throughout the ceremony. Though he wore a mask of composure, his heart weighed heavy with sorrow. Every smile, every shared glance, held a bitter tinge, knowing what lay ahead for them. The knowledge of their future, a burden he'd foolishly sought from his ancestor, gnawed at his soul.
Regret lingered like a shadow in the depths of his eyes. If only he had heeded Jessamyn's wisdom and remained content in the unknown, he might have spared them both the anguish that now clouded his heart. But it was too late.
The vision of their impending fate was seared into his mind, and it made every moment of happiness feel fragile, like glass on the verge of shattering.