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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…

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A Cold Visitor

As strange as it may seem, reading alone wasn't nearly as fun as reading with someone nearby. Yet all Leonor could do was understand why her husband was not there by her side each day. 

Desmond had to report to the main palace for meetings regarding the possible war since a few of King Stephano's men had returned from the south with more information regarding the Eirenguardians' movement. She could tell this was bringing him a lot of stress and he told her to stay put in the Queen's palace if no one was there to escort her. 

People were guarding nearby, and some of Desmond's men were on the first floor of the Queen's palace, but she couldn't bring herself to bother them with something as minor as a walk in a garden. The temperature was dropping alarmingly quickly anyway. 

Even if it would never get as severe as it was in Montclair, Desmond told her there was frost on the grass as he left the Queen's Palace the day before.