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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The Archduke's Songbird

Jerrick, sensing the storm in her mind, looked at her with a tenderness that melted her fears. She straightened her posture, resolve strengthening her voice. "Give me five years. I'll become a fashion mogul," she said, her chin lifting defiantly. "I'll prove I belong."

Jerrick's eyes softened, admiration glowing in their depths. He reached for her, pulling her into his arms, the warmth of his body a solid comfort against her. His lips brushed her forehead as he whispered, "Don't worry about it, Jasmine. You're already my wife, in every way that matters."

The words were like a balm to her anxious heart. For Jasmine, his reassurance was everything. The weight of her earlier concerns melted away, replaced by a feeling of rightness—a quiet certainty that, no matter what, they were meant to be. The car ride to the restaurant was a blur, filled with the heady excitement of the life ahead.

Never Apart Again