***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.
The doors swung open, and in walked a proud prince, drawing everyone's eyes. With blonde hair and blue eyes, he exuded an air of entitlement that bordered on disdain. Draped in the regal attire of military pomp, his coat adorned with intricate golden braids and a resplendent sash draped over his broad shoulders, he moved with the effortless grace of one born to privilege.
He smirked as he glanced around, clearly thinking highly of himself. His grin seemed fake, hiding something deeper.
Standing at the top of the stairs, where the throne sat, he surveyed the assembled crowd with a haughty tilt of his chin as they all bowed to him. His grin, as insincere as it was pompous, promised nothing but trouble—a gleaming facade masking the depths of his ambition and ruthlessness.