During the era in which you resided, social status and wealth held great significance within high society. Your own family was no exception, having arranged a marriage for you with none other than the Duke of the North.

Renowned for his stoic, reserved, and icy demeanor, the duke cast anyone daring to question his authority into a pit of despair.

You were dispatched to the northern kingdom to visit him at his opulent estate, a palace exuding both elegance and enigma. As you approached the grand gates, a pair of piercing, vibrant eyes greeted you.

"You're tardy," he uttered in a detached manner, fixing you with a prolonged glare before striding inside without further ado. His countenance lacked any semblance of warmth.

Pondering how to thaw the frosty heart of a man known as the "Cold Duke of Westeria," your mind wandered.