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.
Prettiest Bride
The night passed in a blur of restless thoughts and fleeting dreams. She had been getting a different set of dreams lately.
The wolf cub was not a cub anymore. The silence and peace of the garden were now replaced with the sound of the crashing waves and the shimmering waters, with light trails marking their paths. She walked with the wolf, feeling the strands of his fur between her fingers.
At times, she would feel this heaviness in her heart, not the sinking dreadful feeling, but as if a weight was resting on her chest followed by a ticklish feeling. She loved it.
In those dreams, the wolf would be resting on her chest, his hair tingling on her neck. She'd allow him, as she caressed his hair, for it was only a dream.
In the nights she couldn't dream of him, she missed him.