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 gasped hearing the deep voice in her ear. Clearing her throat, she looked forward. Jerrick was right. The crown Prince didn't deserve any pity from her.

At least, now, fewer people would focus on her, she hoped. When the father of the Kingdom acted depraved leaving his duties with his young mistress, if the courtiers and the nobles found fault with a widow who remarried, then the Kingdom had no chance of prosperity.

But she did wonder why the King walked to her as if he were in a trance. She looked nothing like the woman leading the charge.

The Crown Prince's gaze drifted once more to the row behind where Jessamyn was seated. Jessamyn stole a glance and confirmed Lady Cordelia Dahlberg's presence. Duke Lagergren's glare bore into Jessamyn, prompting her to swiftly avert her gaze.

Should I relinquish that hungry boy to him? Can't I claim him for myself? She mused silently.

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