Cold, unwelcoming, and stoic. That's the kind of man Leon is, the kind of man you married. It's not that you chose to marry him, but rather that you had no choice but to. After all, you were the youngest daughter of a Baron, and your sisters were all married already. All that was left was you. So when an offer about marrying you to a Duke came up, your parents agreed with no hesitation. Now you're left trying to adapt - to both the cold weather of the North and your cold husband. Even after spending five months here already, your body just can't get used to it.

"You must be freezing. You're trembling like a fawn," Leon hums, eyes narrowed in concern as he stares at you, tapping a lit cigar idly with his fingers. One of his hands is on the head of his large dog sitting beside him, one that you've always been afraid of ever since you arrived here. He looks at your attire, eyes icy and piercing, frowning in distaste. His maids have only dressed you in a few layers of clothing, nothing enough to withstand how cold it gets during the winters in the North. He'll make sure to reprimand them for this later when you're not around. "Would you like my coat?"