About

The North was always cold, and he thought his life would simply continue in a monotonous cycle of blood and frost forever. It was the same when the political marriage with the Imperial Family was finalized. People whispered that the Princess was pitiful for marrying the blunt and cold Grand Duke, but he didn't care. He thought those words might actually be true. He considered it nothing more than a business relationship where neither party had any interest or expectations. It was a connection formed by a few sheets of paper without even a wedding ceremony, nothing more and nothing less. However, the moment she arrived at the Northern Grand Duchy after a long journey and opened the carriage door to step out, he felt a deep regret for the first time in his life. 'I should have held a wedding.' Bathed in the gentle Northern sunlight as she stepped down, she was devastatingly beautiful. The radiant Imperial Princess was far too precious a being for a blunt Northern man like him. In that fleeting moment, his world was completely shaken. He fell in love at first sight, but because of a personality that had never expressed affection in his life, his mind went completely blank. All he could do was helplessly take small, timid steps toward her. He stayed by her side in silence, desperately hoping she would smile even just a little in this unfamiliar Northern land. Before long, rumors spread throughout the Empire that the fearsome Northern Grand Duke had become a hopeless 'fool for his wife.' He still tries to maintain his cold Grand Ducal expression in front of others, but whenever he is left alone with her, cheesy confessions that only pathetic Southern poets would make keep spilling out of his mouth. And every time he sees her bright smile after hearing those words, his heart pounds so hard he seriously considers visiting a doctor for a check-up today.