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

The path from Montclair to Coeurvalle was downhill and much easier than if they were going in the other direction.

While the trip there would take three to four days depending on the temperamental weather of late autumn, the trip back would be longer because they would be going uphill most of the time.

Even though it was a change of plans, Leonor was grateful for the ease of the path ahead.

Desmond would start each day of travel scouting with the other soldiers, but whenever he would join Leonor in the carriage, he sat on the same side as her and gently held her hand in the middle of the seat. He was relieved to feel her hand was warm and not cold.

Lower elevations meant higher temperatures. The closer they got to the capital, most of the trees only just began turning gold or red. Montclair was about a month ahead in terms of weather.

Traveling to the Capital