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 uninterested in fighting, but he still grabbed the handle of his sword.

"If bloodshed is what it takes for me to go forward then so be it," he responded coldly, his raspy voice enunciating every word with purpose.

He felt he had to protect those already going with him. The mages deserved better circumstances than what they had suffered through in Eirenguard. Quinn could teach them all they needed to know to properly use their mana and become powerful in their own right. He also didn't regret bringing them with him because, if the dragon sensed concentrated mana near him, perhaps it would go to him instead of Leonor.

He felt sick to his stomach each time he thought of how the dragon flew into the distance and disappeared. The only thing in that direction was mountains and Castille. Leonor was his anchor to life. If something happened to her...

Unlikely