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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Anchoring Warmth

Jessamyn yearned to step forward, to reunite with the love of her life, Joar, to find peace in his embrace. The prickly feeling she felt all over slowly reduced as she entered a state void of any pain.

But the air around her changed. "I'm not losing you…"

Jerrick's voice cut through the haze, filled with a determination that pierced her soul. The taste in the air shifted—sour and salty, wet. Warm wetness spread over her skin, mingling with the saltiness she tasted on her lips.

The warmth engulfed her, a cocoon of safety, but she was too tired to move or even think. She wanted the peacefulness to last, to succumb to the quiet release it promised.

Then came the silence.

It felt like a thick smog, a suffocating blanket that stilled everything around her. It was as if a higher being had descended, prompting the lesser beings to hold their voices and even their breath.

For her, though, that presence that induced dread caused another feeling—desire.