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 was quick to his memories the moment he regained consciousness and found himself on a shabby rug lying in front of a man who was using a regular wooden chair like a throne.

He glared up at him with his single ruby-colored eye. He already knew who the man was without needing to be told. The knights he had come across before then were afraid of the man they referred to as commander.

For some reason, seeing a man so war-torn and miserable reminded him of a few brief memories he had from his childhood. Not every Eirenguardian looked the same. Some were rougher around the edges like him. Before Castille invaded, there were wars in the far south but the involvement of knights was entirely voluntary. No one was forced to battle, but Eirenguardians had a sense of pride in their sword fighting abilities.

"You really were an Eirenguardian," the man observed Desmond's red eye. "Until you let Castille use and abuse you."

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