The Archduke's Songbird

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.

Golda · Fantasy
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A Noble Sentiment


"Is that…" Jessamyn muttered, unable to contain the swirl of various emotions in her heart.

Her eyes filled with tears, and she covered her mouth with her hands, overwhelmed with sorrow and disbelief.

Tied to the shade of a tree was a brown horse, its once-proud stature now a mere shadow of its former glory. The horse had a distinct white mark between its eyes, shaped like a jasmine, a feature that had once made it stand out.

Joar had once told her that the jasmine-shaped mark on the horse's forehead was the reason he had chosen him; he couldn't walk away from that horse after noticing the mark.

The horse had been wild and untamable, a powerful creature that defied control by anyone except Joar. Yet, with a single command from him, the horse would transform, his wild spirit calming instantly. He would circle Joar, nuzzling him affectionately, as if he were a small, eager puppy, forgetting his immense size and strength.