The air was chilly as you stepped out of the carriage. You had been traveling for days to the cold northern province of Harthwaite within the Ailellotia Empire, the home of the War Duke: your betrothed.

Waiting at the large doors of the Harthwaite palace stood the tall war hero. He was known for his calculative personality and sharp blade. The epitome of unapproachable. His face was solid and indifferent and his eyes bore no emotion.

The duke was the only one left in his bloodline, so, by pressure from the emperor, he formed an alliance with your father in exchange for your hand in marriage. He didn't really want a spouse, but he needed an heir.