My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 125: Facing the Truth

Chapter 125: Facing the Truth

For the first time, Leonor was able to witness the extent of damage done to his body.

His pale skin stood out even in the dark room while the scarred half of his body was more hidden in shadows. She had to sit on the bed to see him from up close where he lay in the center of the bed.

At that moment, she realized his bed was smaller than hers. She glanced around the room, noticing for the first time his room was smaller than hers as well.

Originally, she thought it seemed small because the dark colors closed everything off, but it was clear she had the master bedroom of the house while her husband, the true master, stayed in the smaller place.

The entire situation made her feel even worse.

Her eyes returned to Desmond who lay on the bed, unaware of Leonor. She preferred him not to see her peer at his body. He would take it as disgust rather than curiosity as he always did.

If he noticed her peering too closely at him, he would always look away or angle himself away. He had done it dozens of times and she imagined he would do it many times after that as well.

From the hood that covered his head, down his well-built chest and abdomen, Leonor finally saw his scarring in detail. His skin was dark and warped compared to the pale untouched side. Some uneven patches showed he likely had horrible blisters at one point. She had to resist reaching out and touching them as she imagined the scenario that put him in such a state.

However, the muscles underneath his skin were not lost on her. The curiosity about his scars became shyness when she realized she was peering at more than the damaged part of him.

He must have been beautiful before because he was still beautiful at that moment. The scarring couldn’t make him less appealing despite what he thought of himself.

Before she could get carried away, Leonor finally allowed herself to look at his completely scarred arm and hand in greater detail.

It led her to the wound in his armpit that showed torn skin. It was no wonder the scarred skin was so fragile. He hardly seemed healed despite it having been two years since the end of the war.

For some reason, Leonor’s thoughts brought tears to her eyes. She didn’t want him to hide himself from her any longer. She didn’t want him to hurt anymore either. Whether it was physical or mental pain, she wished he was completely free from it.

She put a hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t make a noise as a tear finally escaped her eye.

Leonor realized she didn’t just care for him.

She was mad at him that day because he didn’t care for something she loved.

That something was him.

I love him.

Despite his scars and imperfections, she had fallen for the man who took her from her father and protected her no matter what.

Yet she would respect his wish for her not to see his face. That was for him to show her if he ever wanted to. She felt undeserving considering she told him she loved someone else. He continued as if she hadn’t insulted her husband in such a way.

Leonor slid off the bed and kneeled on the floor as she tried to get herself together.

"You’re not awake to refuse my help," she whispered.

Even before her hand could reach his arm, it slid across the bedding, slowly gaining blue light as she conjured what she could of her healing mana. Even though it was only a small pool, it had to be enough to heal him. It had to.

Her hand came close enough to his wound that she could feel the warmth from his body.

"You’re not a burden, Desmond," she said, tears still stinging her eyes. "I’m so much more of a burden than you are."

The most unbelievable experience she went through in the Magic Academy was labs led by mages in the healing category.

For those in other categories, it was smart to know how to conjure healing magic. If someone was bleeding out near someone it would be best to have at least slight mana rather than giving them nothing. A lot of times, it was enough to save a life even if it was just a small fix until something more could be administered.

That wasn’t the strange part, however. The terrifying part was using a blade to slice your skin so your partner could administer the healing. The professors were always sure to say you could opt out. Yet at an Academy where everyone was fighting to be on the top, no one would ever opt out of experience.

Leonor had a small scar just below her thumb. Quinn healed it so quickly she didn’t even bleed a drop.

When she healed him in return, she was shocked at the feeling of healing. While the recipient felt warm, the mage felt cold as if they were using a part of themselves to heal another.

It was said if you were healed often by one person, their mana existed within yours.

As Leonor healed Desmond, she felt cold.

She watched as his skin made connections and created a scab. She pushed a little further, knowing that a scar could be painful. With the last of her healing mana, she created a scar just like the rest of his skin. It was as if he hadn’t been hurt at the match in the first place.

Leonor heaved a sigh as the blue mana left her hands and she could no longer give him any more.

Any bit of dizziness was worth him not having to be in pain any longer.

As she sat on the floor and leaned into the plush bedding with her arms and face, she smelled Desmond everywhere.

A small voice in her brain told her to rest for a moment before she could go back to her chambers and go to sleep.

Just for a moment... Just a moment...