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 mind raced as she threw herself between the two women, her heart pounding in her chest. Instinct guided her, overriding the terror gripping her mind. She moved faster than she thought possible, her body acting as a shield for Cordelia, who was frozen in place, wide-eyed and trembling.

The sword in the woman's hand gleamed dangerously, catching the flickering light of the torches lining the room. Time seemed to slow, each second stretching into eternity as Jessamyn braced for the inevitable strike.

Cordelia's scream pierced the tense air, a cry filled with terror and disbelief. Jessamyn heard it behind her as the sword cut through the air, inches from her skin. She knew, deep down, that the woman wouldn't hesitate—her madness had consumed her entirely.

To Jerrick's mother, Jessamyn's life meant nothing. Without her unborn son, she was simply an obstacle, one that needed to be removed.

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