Saved By The Mad Duke
Aideen Ruan, though a royal princess, was always unwanted due to the circumstances of her birth. Born blind to a hostage concubine, she possessed an intriguing beauty; however, her disability rendered her utterly useless to the royal family. Even when the struggling Count Crueder reluctantly agreed to take Aideen as his wife to secure the royal dowry, her life failed to improve. A year into their marriage, Aideen's inability to produce an heir sealed her fate. The princess was destined for exile to the Temple, consigned to spend the remainder of her days in isolation and abandonment. Contrary to her anticipations, instead of the Temple, Aideen found herself within the cold walls of Duke Tillian Valentine's castle. Duke Valentine, the last scion of the once-revered Valentine family that ruled the Kingdom before the "Fratricide Rebellion", now presided over the desolate Northern lands. Faced with fear and confusion, Aideen expected her life to perpetuate its cycle of misery, only to discover that Duke Valentine might hold the key to a new opportunity, a chance at a life she had never envisioned. "You bewitched my body and soul. Put an intoxicating spell on me, shackled my heart to yours with your magic. If I could exchange my eyesight with you, I would do it just to make you see what a man dying from love looks like."
The Only One Who Is Suffering
Stepping inside her designated bedroom, Melania could not help but sigh.
The room was not bad per se, on the contrary, it exceeded her expectations –– vast and filled with light despite the gray skies outside its tall and wide windows.
The walls were decorated with fine wallpaper strips and had tiny pink rosebuds carefully painted on them. the furniture was new and clearly crafted by the best and most skilled hands in the entire Kingdom. The carpets on the floor were clean and soft to the touch, walking on them reminded the princess of the feeling she had while walking on the soft summer grass on the cliff near the ocean.
No, the room was not bad. But it was still not the room where she felt like she could belong.
Helping Her Highness with her white coat, Loraline, too, took another look around her chambers before noting,