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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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First Dinner

There was no reason Leonor invited Desmond to dinner. She simply felt like testing the bounds of their relationship. He had made her evenings so much more bearable, perhaps having him around would make dinnertime a bit more exciting as well. 

She had eaten with him a few times while they were traveling to Montclair, but she hardly remembered anything outside of her nervous rambling. Now that she was more comfortable around him, she hoped that it would be an entirely different story.

However, after he helped her to her spot and he settled at the table across from her, she felt somewhat nervous once again. It seemed that the intimate setting where they only had each other to focus on was a lot for her to handle even still. 

Normally the garden was her buffer and she could turn her attention to a flower or statue when she felt nervous. While facing one another there was no such distraction to be had.