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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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Living with a Dead Heart

For someone who loved sleeping enough to dedicate his life to it, Quinn hadn't gotten a lot of sleep in the past couple of days and he knew he was becoming volatile. Perhaps it was all the alcohol he drank the evening before. Although perhaps it was... something else.

His most distracting thoughts seemed to always be about the same person. The night before also played over and over in his mind.

Rather than dragging himself all the way to the mage's quarter as he normally did, the mage decided to go to the guest room he was given before. 

Quinn convinced himself that sleeping was the best medicine. With that in mind, he removed his robes, undershirt, and even his pants, finding the undershorts he wore underneath so much more comfortable for sleeping in. 

The room was hot but it was what Quinn preferred. Since the maids knew he was often cold, they always kept the fire blazing. He wondered how much wood they had wasted on his behalf.