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 was shaking with fear. Joar didn't talk much about the war, but he had told her that the Altanians could take vengeance to the next level. If the man who died was the son-in-law of an important military general, then that man wouldn't let it go. War would definitely rage.

But more than that, Jerrick's provocation would be taken as a personal challenge, and they would target him with a vengeance. Jerrick might be a warrior and hailed as a hero, but how long could he hold on when an entire nation was against him? How many men could he fight off to protect himself? What if he lost his guard and ended up...

Jessamyn didn't want to think about it anymore.

Her mind raced with horrible possibilities, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum. Jerrick stood before her, his face a mask of determination and resolve, but she saw the storm that lay ahead. She could already see the Altanian forces, relentless and unyielding, closing in on him.

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