Saved By The Mad Duke
Aideen Ruan, though a royal princess, was always unwanted due to the circumstances of her birth. Born blind to a hostage concubine, she possessed an intriguing beauty; however, her disability rendered her utterly useless to the royal family. Even when the struggling Count Crueder reluctantly agreed to take Aideen as his wife to secure the royal dowry, her life failed to improve. A year into their marriage, Aideen's inability to produce an heir sealed her fate. The princess was destined for exile to the Temple, consigned to spend the remainder of her days in isolation and abandonment. Contrary to her anticipations, instead of the Temple, Aideen found herself within the cold walls of Duke Tillian Valentine's castle. Duke Valentine, the last scion of the once-revered Valentine family that ruled the Kingdom before the "Fratricide Rebellion", now presided over the desolate Northern lands. Faced with fear and confusion, Aideen expected her life to perpetuate its cycle of misery, only to discover that Duke Valentine might hold the key to a new opportunity, a chance at a life she had never envisioned. "You bewitched my body and soul. Put an intoxicating spell on me, shackled my heart to yours with your magic. If I could exchange my eyesight with you, I would do it just to make you see what a man dying from love looks like."
People From Utar
The giant white snowflakes settled heavily on the window panes of the castle; their intricate patterns shimmering under the lazy attempts of the winter sun to peek through the gray canvas of the thick clouds.
The orange flames inside the reading room's fireplace danced to the tune of their own crackling sound, from time to time reacting to the noise made by the little blue creature sitting on the plush white carpet before it.
Taru, his big curious eyes widening with new emotions, was playing with a big ball of blue yarn and kept releasing cute astonished noises every time the yarn rolled to the side, responding to his playful touch.
"Waa!" The little dragon exclaimed once again as the ball of yarn jumped in his tiny hands and fell back onto the carpet.