webnovel

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."

yoojee · Kỳ huyễn
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
228 Chs

Utter Fools!

"What?!"

Both Tillian and Yuraon exclaimed simultaneously, their shouting cutting through the room like a thunderbolt. 

At last, Ahspid, who had been quiet all this time, attending to Bjarna's lifeless state, raised his head to the standing men and tried to explain,

"It all makes sense now. Writing over His Majesty's tattoos will cancel out the witch's writings. The princess's blood is the vessel for her inherent powers… Both dragon and mage. That is why she will have to use her blood to write. Or rather... erase the existing ones."

The word "dragon" escaping the mage's lips made Bjarna curl her lips into a subtle grin, a light orange glow enveloping her neck for a brief moment as if reacting to her inner thoughts. 

'Dragon's blood… So this is why you made me sign the contract. Ahspid, you old liar, whatever are you scheming here?'

Ylva nodded, agreeing with Ahspid's words.