Golda

***Completed*** 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?


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Jessamyn clenched her teeth as the pain intensified. The physician told her the pain was not real; it was in her mind.

But as the pain surged, she couldn't differentiate if it was real or not. It felt real. She was scared for the moment it would reach that peak where her chest would start to burn.

Isadora's voice boomed in, dissipating the darkness surrounding her.

"Are you suffering any discomfort?" Isadora shouted as she ran to her.

"Yes! I am fine!" Jessamyn shouted as loud as she could.

Yes, I cannot let this ailment of the mind get to me! I cannot make Isadora worry.

That spark of determination was enough for the pain to retreat. She looked to her side to see Isadora running at her at full speed. She heard the rumble in the basket.

"Give me your handkerchief," Jessamyn asked the proud man sitting on the horse.

Jerrick looked at her as if she had lost her mind.

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