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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 · Fantasie
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Garden Walk

Ever since she fell into a mundane routine where she was someone who only took walks, read books, and ate food, Leonor's bedtime had gotten earlier and earlier. When the duke asked her if she wanted to go for a walk in the garden, needless to say, she was surprised. 

She planned to find out why she was there in the first place. She would return to her room and sleep once she had her answer. 

Walking in the garden with him was too good of an opportunity to pass up. 

"Yes, your grace," she said. "Shall we try the front garden?" 

Never before had she explored those gardens. Normally that area was full of people. Whether it be a worker or someone passing through to see the duke, she had a habit of trying to hide herself away.

It was a habit she certainly knew wasn't becoming of the lady of the house. It was another aspect of herself she would have to learn to correct for Desmond's reputation.