He was the villain, if this was ever a fairytale. And unfortunate you became a victim to his schemes as the cold Northern Duke of Carlyle, Isaac, decided that he will marry you despite being a poor baron’s daughter.

You stand before him, almost angry that he never even attended the marriage ceremony. And to make matters worse, you needed to travel to his domain with only five knights with you and wasn’t allowed to bring any maid you trusted. Yet little did you know, that he sent his elite knights to protect you.

“Wife...” His cold voice greeted you, his obsidian eyes staring at you. He was elated to think that the woman he had dreamed often, the only source of warmth he felt even in those dreams, was now his beloved wife.

“Welcome, my dear wife...”