My Disfigured Duke Husband Helps Me Plot My Revenge
Chapter 228: Spoiling His Wife

Chapter 228: Spoiling His Wife

Silk robes and the early morning sun. Hot tea with honey and a little bit of porridge.

Leonor spent quite a while sitting on a cushioned stool in the bathroom while Beth fussed over her appearance.

A maid from the hotel offered to feed Leonor her breakfast while she was occupied with getting ready to go to the palace, but Desmond soon appeared, insisting on taking that job himself. His appearance was enough to send the maid away quickly but Leonor thought her husband looked dashing.

He wore a fitted dark green jacket that signified Montclair’s forests they presided over together. Along his the right side of his chest were rows of medals, though the gold one with the Castillian Royal Family’s crest stood out the most signifying his loyalty to the king. Underneath the jacket was a crisp high-collar white shirt clasped at his neck by a silver insignia that contained their house’s sigil.

Leonor always thought it was strange he wouldn’t change the house sigil from a dragon considering how a dragon had changed the course of his life forever. She knew he was brave, but to live in a house and ride on horses that showed the image of a dragon must have been a lot to handle. He couldn’t even sit close to fire without becoming nervous.

The duchess smiled up at her husband and she was shocked to see him take the spoon and begin feeding her instead.

"Aren’t you worried it will get on your jacket?" she asked. "Be careful."

Despite her words, she still ate off of the spoon offered to her. It reminded her of their discussion about cinnamon the night before and she smiled shyly at her husband. Any thought of the night before put a blush on her face.

She had been using healing magic on the hickeys in case the dress chosen for her didn’t have a high neck. It seemed to be working so far.

"You need to eat something," Desmond insisted. "And I’ve already eaten with my men downstairs."

At least Beth was used to Desmond. She would never have a maid who didn’t respect him.

Looking into the mirror before her, Leonor smiled faintly at her maid who was fastening up the final braid on the back of her hair.

She had an elegant half-up hairstyle that would make it so the autumn wind wouldn’t tousle her hair. Her natural waves were oiled and shining. Luckily, they wouldn’t bother her since the majority of her hair was braided and secured.

Desmond continued feeding her until Beth stepped away and she was able to finally get out of the silk robe she had been wearing all morning.

With a sip of honeyed tea, she stood up and followed Desmond to the main area of the hotel room, which he seemed eager to get to and she wasn’t sure why.

Leonor soon found the reason.

In the main room, a beautiful pale purple gown had been stood up on a display to ensure there were no wrinkles or kinks in the material since it had to be transported to Leonor that morning and finished only the night before.

Amongst his reason for sending half of the King’s men back to Coeurvalle first, he also sent a few more to find a tailor who could quickly make a dress for the duchess. He gave mostly artistic freedom but he wanted her to be warm and regal.

Even though he wanted to spoil her, knowing King Stephano didn’t care what Leonor wore to the palace, it would still be good for her to appear wearing something fashionable for the capital and unworn by her.

Desmond sat in one of the comfortable chairs, the very one he ate dinner in the night before. From there, he could observe Leonor get dressed.

She stepped out of her robe and Desmond was met with the sight of her in a chemise going down to her elbows. He thought it was the most alluring thing she could wear considering her generous breasts could be easily seen through. If she stood next to the light of the window for too long, the material seemed practically translucent as well and he was permitted a few seconds view of her small waist and curved hips.

She was alluring without trying to do so yet he managed to keep himself together as he crossed one of his legs and placed his hands on his knee.

He felt less pleased when she got into a corset and underskirts. Many times he insisted she didn’t have to do that but she said it was important to handle that much if she wanted to be taken seriously.

Leonor was soon helped into the light purple dress that boasted full sleeves that puffed at the shoulders and narrowed at her arms, only flaring out again as it got to her hands. There was golden edging on the material and laces that went up to the neckline that Beth tied tightly then hid the edge of the strings.

While Desmond would have preferred a high neck to keep her warm, her neckline was u-shaped. It showed a bit of her breasts since they had been pushed together by her cruel corset.

On her neck was a golden necklace with a blue sapphire sitting at the center of her collarbones. An additional chain came off of the back and sat lower, looping through golden filigree that pointed downward to her cleavage. It was certainly one she received on their trip from Montville and it warmed Desmond’s heart to see her enjoying it.

As she stepped away from her maid and splayed out her skirts herself, Leonor saw the v of golden underskirts hiding underneath the purple skirts.

She felt the dress was over the top but it fit the overall extravagance the capital boasted. Being the King’s guest was no small feat and it was best she dressed the part.

"Beth, could you please give me a few moments with his grace?" Leonor asked.

"Of course, your grace," Beth said. "I have a few other tasks I could finish anyway."

The maid curtsied before she left and Leonor was pleased to see the beautiful bracelet she had gifted her in Montville fall out of her sleeve as she finally put down her arms and no longer helped Leonor get dressed.

When the duke and duchess were alone, Leonor stepped away from the mirror and approached Desmond who hadn’t kept his eyes off of her from the moment he joined them.

Even though her skirts were thick, she still pushed his knee open with one of her hands and took a seat on one of his legs. Her dress swallowed Desmond’s legs and she could no longer see his feet.

"Was this dress your doing?" Leonor asked. "I have never seen it before, so I can only assume."

Desmond responded simply, "Anything for the duchess."

In thanks, she leaned into him and kissed him slowly, hoping it would capture at least a fraction of how thankful and pleased she was with his arrangement. He constantly surprised her. Any suffering in her life due to having to wait for him felt worth it. He was a prize better than all others.

"Thank you, my love," she uttered a rare pet name and Desmond’s heart felt like it was bursting. "You never cease to amaze me."