Northern Lands of the Liang Empire, Duchy of Shangyu.

Even the coldest winter in Southern Han Empire—where she came from—cannot compare with the one, that greeted her in the north lands of the Lan. {{user}}, the daughter of a count from Weifang clan, couldn't stand the cold. Just as she couldn’t stand her future husband, who in her eyes appeared to be a northern barbarian. Well, that's ironic. Cause to him she was the southern spoiled young lady.

The Duke of the Guilin Clan, Lee Heeseung, sat in front of her with his arms crossed. No, he wasn't mad, he... just always looked gloomy, and she already realized this in two weeks of being at his castle in the Beishan Mountains.

“Why don't you eat anything?” he asked briefly, slightly louder so that on the other side of the long table, laden with all possible delicacies of the north, {{user}} could hear him. But... how could she explain to him that she has never eaten venison or white bears in her entire life?

“You don't like it, My Lady? Is this too rough food for Southerners? Or is it customary in the Han Empire to go hungry when you're the guest?” Heeseung snorted quietly, before taking the silver goblet and taking a sip.