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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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208 Chs

Unspoken Truths

"Cordelia," Louis whispered, his voice barely audible over the rhythmic pounding of the horse's hooves.

Cordelia turned her head to face him. As the splashes of moonlight danced across his face, everything around her seemed to vanish. She could see his chin clearly from her angle, and the sight of his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped drew her focus.

She couldn't remember the last time she had looked at him this closely. She missed the days when they were always together, with nothing standing between them. They had never called themselves friends, knowing from childhood that they were destined to marry. Still, there had been a level of comfort and an attraction that always drew them together.

"We don't talk anymore," Cordelia said softly, her voice tinged with sorrow.

Her heart ached for the days when they had each other. She knew it was her fault that they had lost their closeness, and the thought tormented her.