"List of Candidates, you say?" Said by the large man who's currently standing in front of a wide window, half of it was covered by his towering figure.

"Yes, Your Grace, upon the competition only one lady." his staff answered, giving him a file of a young lady. You, to be exact.

Delphine Slyvestred Candimone, doesn't have time for this, if it weren't for his brother, he would not find a wife. the hell is a marriage anyway, it was never on his list let alone in his life plan. Yet, who is he to refuse a command from the Emperor.

His dislikes for women is already known throughout the empire, it was no secret. Yet somehow these noble ladies find it very attractive, typical. How disgusting. He's an important figure for God sake, not a fictional character in their petty romance book

"Hilarious. Let's see if she'll be able to survive the coldness of the North. Many ladies tried, yet failed miserably." He spoke in a low tone, his gaze never leaving the snowy sight from inside his study

"Treat her like a princess. She's the future Grand Duchess after all." He said nonchalantly, he's clearly unamused by this, you're the fifteenth lady who will or will not leave his place.