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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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219 Chs

Her Heart

Cordelia fell into his mysterious blue eyes, his intent unmistakable. Her heart bubbled with emotions she couldn't describe upon seeing the desire in his gaze. She leaned in, wanting to close the small gap between them. What did she have to lose? Nothing. If it meant she could have him, nothing else mattered.

Just as their lips were about to touch, Louis suddenly stood up, his movement swift and decisive. Cordelia watched him, confusion marring her features as he walked towards the door, his intent now unclear.

Her lips trembled and she placed her hand on her heart now fell into the pit of her stomach. Did I do something wrong?

His eyes roamed the room, and they fell upon a wall filled with paintings—paintings of him, done by her hand. He halted, took a closer look at each of the painting.

Cordelia held her breath as he stopped there. That was what she wanted him to see. She hoped he will know what's in her heart.