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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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Questioning

As they emerged from the dense trees, the cool night air greeted them. Jessamyn felt a strange mix of exhilaration and calm. The girls were safe, and they had struck a blow against the Altanians' nefarious plans.

Beside her, Jerrick rode with steady confidence, his presence a constant source of strength. The rhythmic clatter of their horses' hooves against the forest floor provided a soothing backdrop.

Jessamyn glanced at him, her heart swelling with admiration and gratitude. They had faced danger together and come out victorious. Maybe she was not really in danger as long as he was by her side.

She let out a deep breath, her hands gripping the reins. She was thankful he gave her the crossbow. "Thank you," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, carried away by the night breeze.

Jerrick turned to her, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Be prepared. There are going to be a lot of such nights."