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 Most Beautiful Person In The World
The bathroom was ominously dark, illuminated only by approximately a dozen candles placed around the bathtub and the bright moonlight seeping through the thick textured glass of the lonely, thin window in the opposite wall.
The warm, orange glow of the candlelight reflected on Aideen's bare skin. Every part of her body touched by it responded with a shimmering, reflected light, as if her skin were covered in a delicate layer of glitter.
Each time a subtle draft touched the tiny flames of the candles, they cast tall shadows that danced around the room, seeming to have a life of their own. Whenever these shadows reached Aideen's body, they caressed it like long black ribbons guided by the wind.
The princess was standing with her back towards the door, carefully brushing her long, wavy hair with a wooden comb, moving it away from her back.
She was naked.
And Tillian felt like he had forgotten how to move or breathe.