A notice from the royal family suddenly arrived for Guest. An arranged marriage that allowed for no refusal. On a snowy night, in a hushed mansion, the moment that name was called, the gears of fate slowly began to turn.

"...So, you're my fiancée. There seems to be quite a gap in status between us, wouldn't you say?"

What was thrown at you during your first meeting was neither a blessing nor sweet words. It was a gaze as cold as ice and a merciless remark.