***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 carriage ride was silent for some time as Jessamyn busied herself with her lacework. Jerrick found the silence uncomfortable. He wanted to talk to her, to break through the wall of quiet that had settled between them.
"Mynah…" he called her, his voice barely above a breath.
She had expressed that she didn't like it when he called her that. But he couldn't help it. She had said that the girl he once knew was dead, but he didn't want her to be. He wanted her back.
"Mynah…" Seeing that she was concentrating solely on her work, he called again, this time a little louder.
"Mynah!"
This time, he almost shouted, feeling annoyed that she was ignoring him. He knew he was acting like a needy toddler, but he couldn't help it. He wanted her to focus on him more.
"I heard you the first time," Jessamyn said with a sigh, her fingers never pausing in their intricate dance with the needle and thread.