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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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Wonderment

Being in the plains and lower elevations, the capital would freeze during winter but remain devoid of snow most of the time. Even though the mountains in the distance and various regions of Castille were already covered in snow, the people in the lower areas could only look from a distance and appreciate the view. 

On the night of the ball, Cian and Quinn walked through the breezeway between the palace and the mage's quarter and observed the white mountains in the distance reflecting the moonlight and stars above. 

That area was dimly lit considering it wasn't a place guests were meant to wander towards and most wouldn't want to because of the dubious nature of magic and mages. Both were misunderstood despite finally being accepted as part of the societal hierarchy. 

"How many days of travel is Eirenguard away from us now?" Quinn asked quietly.