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's heart fell seeing the state of the house. The beautiful stained glass window next to the door, the one Joar was so proud of, was shattered. Glass fragments were scattered among the flowering plants that lined up in front of the windows.

Furniture from the house had been thrown out, into the flowerbed, left to soak in the rain. Rather than having a fountain, Jessamyn and Joar had decided to grow flowers in front of their door, and now, almost all the plants they had lovingly planted with their own hands were squished and ruined.

The sight broke her heart. Seeing them destroyed was like seeing their memories trampled underfoot. The once vibrant and welcoming home now looked like a storm had swept through it.

The servants stood nearby, looking nervous and helpless. Jessamyn's eyes filled with tears as she surveyed the damage.

"How?" That was all Jessamyn could manage to speak before sorrow choked her throat.

Broken Heart