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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 · ファンタジー
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Camping

The morning after their night at the cabin, Leonor woke up freezing, her naked body having been exposed to the open room since the blankets fell off of her some point in the night. 

Knowing that many were likely already up and getting things ready to leave, she began quickly dressing, but there were a few aspects of her dress and undergarments she couldn't do herself. 

Desmond was generally a light sleeper and he felt when Leonor left his side. He rolled over when he heard material moving and realized she was getting dressed. 

Seeing her struggling to lace up her traveling dress, he immediately sat up and helped her. It was the least he could do considering how the previous night turned out. 

"Don't rush," he whispered. "It isn't as if they can see you."

"It feels like they will come up here at any moment," she argued. 

Desmond slid to the floor where Leonor was already kneeling with his legs outstretched and her in the middle.