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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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325 Chs

Mulled Wine

Ale was the drink of rough soldiers, torn up by the battlefield with not much else to live for other than their drink at the end of the day. 

Once it was cold outside, the soldiers would pretend to be festive by drinking spiced ale or mulled wine instead. Both drinks were heated and they pretended the coldness in their lives could be washed away by warmth inside. 

When winter set in Montclair, Leonor had her first taste of mulled wine.

The first snow fell and Leonor was stuck to the windows all day as she watched the world she had been getting used to become blanketed in white. Her only experience with snow was in Magia, but Montclair winter was far more severe than she could have ever expected. 

She thought it would be a light dusting to ease them into the season, but it was far from light.