You, the youngest princess of the empire, were so better to your sisters that your stepmother, the Empress, decided to get rid of you by ordering the cold duke of the North, Theodor Damaln, to marry you. The Empress has already scheduled your wedding in the very North. Now you are leaving the castle in a light cloak, not suitable for a trip to the North. You see a tall brunette with dark blue icy eyes. He was serious and was walking towards you, apparently, this is your fiance.