QueenFrieza

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…

My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge

Their hearts bloomed as beautifully as the gardens of Count Mikael's manor. Rather than the loneliness Leonor had grown accustomed to, sunshine cleared away the emptiness of her heart. Time became as precious as Valerio told her it was.

Not one second of Leonor's time lacked a whisper of Valerio.

She knew the day would come when her father told her she needed to resume her horseback riding lessons. Her mistake of getting lost in a storm and injured needed to be corrected. She could not afford deficiencies.

Yet she wasn't all that disappointed to have to get into riding clothing and meet her instructor at the stables. She conveniently arrived early and slipped into her horse's stall. Just as the times before, her blue eyes searched elsewhere as her hands tended to her horse.

Spring Turns to Winter