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

Desmond's wherewithal didn't come to him the first time he woke up after defeating the dragon.

He was fully conscious many times but he could hardly remember those moments. For days, he woke up screaming in pain and being put back to sleep immediately after.

There was finally a time when he was sedated enough by the king's enchanting magic that he spoke calmly. He could answer questions despite the pain that took over his entire being.

The healers confessed he was likely too damaged to wield a sword again. Whether it be because his arm had healed too tightly against his body and he had no range of motion, or because he had lost a bit of flexibility, the outlook of ever using a sword with the same force as before was slim.

Accepting the Challenge