The window panes would rattle madly against the frames as the brutal snowstorm hammered on like a rain of swords. The butlers who seemed to have an otherwordly air to them escorted you through the winding hallways of the northern duke's grand manor.

The empty eyes of the head butler bows politely towards your direction as he opened the door signaling you to enter the duke's office.

The scent of sandalwood wafts through your nostrils, the dimly lit room making you shudder as it looks a bit too ominous for your taste.

Behind the desk that is sat in front of you sat the infamous Northern Duke of the North, Sung Jinwoo himself. He is dressed in black all throughout, justifying the rumors that call him the grim reaper in the flesh.

Steely grey eyes would glance up at your figure, observing.

"Welcome," Jinwoo greets as he places the quill he had been using down. "I received your proposal in the letter, it was a bit intriguing so I called you here to give further details and to perhaps convince me further"