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My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge

A powerless woman’s worst nightmare is marrying someone against her will. When those who are supposed to protect her betray her in the vilest of ways, Leonor is forced to marry a Duke known for his cold nature and repulsive appearance. After a miserable childhood, it shouldn’t have been a surprise to her that her future was never truly in her hands in the first place. Duke Desmond de Montclair was nobody before the war. He garnered the King’s favor by doing the impossible in battle. Unfortunately, any achievement is eclipsed by his appearance and unbearable personality. In a kingdom that idolizes beauty, there is no room for someone like him. At first, Leonor finds life with the Duke to be what she’s used to - walking on eggshells and never speaking what’s truly in her heart. Eventually, things slowly start to change as the Duke learns about the horrors she faced while living with her family. His power becomes the key to her revenge. However, in a moment where she feels cornered, Leonor confesses to the Duke that she’s in love with someone else. The progress she has made with the Duke comes crashing down around her. Will her magic abilities be enough to convince the Duke not to throw her out? If she can make herself useful to him, perhaps she can gain his sympathy somehow…

QueenFrieza · Fantasy
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Almost Really Husband and Wife

Smiles came easier the more the young duchess drank. The dress she wore required heightened confidence. She felt less in her head if she sipped the wine a bit more quickly than normal. 

The grapes of the north were light and the wine was drier than what she was used to in the much more fertile southern county. 

However, she had enough experience to know when to push the dangerous drink away and focus on the delicious meal placed before her. She had never been drunk and had no desire.

The fish was cooked so nicely that each piece flaked away from the last rather than mushing if it was too saucy or badly cut. She had always known the chef to be skilled but her meals since arriving had been more simple than that. 

Whenever they got back into the short conversation between bites of food, it was starting to feel closer to their normal chemistry. 

Leonor spoke more and Desmond responded when directly asked a question.