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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."

Saved By The Mad Duke

Hearing the word "Utar" coming from the mouth of the guardian knight made all three of them freeze momentarily. There had been no prior announcement of their arrival, thus, this unexpected visit definitely caught everybody off-guard.

Tillian, letting go of some of the tension in his body, narrowed his eyes and scratched his chin, his mind drowning in speculations, 'So I was right. King Zelon has sensed her awakening right away. Sending an official delegation from Utar would have prompted a suspicious reaction from King Euris, so the old man sent someone in secret.'

He moved his dark red gaze to Aideen, whose bright dragon eyes were firmly fixed on the black ornaments of the wooden floor of her husband's study. She struggled to remain calm and collected but the occasional trembling of her pink lips betrayed her real state.

Leif Imrie