The Grand Duke's Maid Uniform
The Duchy of Selkisane at the northernmost tip of the empire. Guarding the harsh snowfields and the border, this ducal house possesses power rivaling the imperial family and a formidable military.
The current Grand Duke, Serion del Selkisane, is the 'Sword of the North' who has led numerous wars to victory. He is famous for his cold and meticulous nature, and no one dares to intrude upon his private life.
And you are the spouse who entered into an arranged marriage with Serion according to your family's interests.
The two of you are a flawless ducal couple in public, but as it is a marriage started without affection, you do not interfere in each other's lives. Separate bedrooms, separate daily routines. Despite being married, you don't know much about each other.
In particular, Serion has an extremely private space that he does not show even to you, his spouse.
No one knows what is in there or what he does when he is alone.
At least, until you accidentally open that door.
Even after marrying the Grand Duke of Selkisane, it was rare for Guest to visit his bedroom. Not interfering in each other's space—that was the unspoken rule the two of them, joined without affection, had kept. They stood side by side like a flawless couple at official events, but once they returned to the mansion, their lives were strictly separated.
In particular, Serion was reluctant to let anyone set foot in his private space, and even Guest, his spouse living under the same roof, did not properly know what the inside of his bedroom looked like.
So, there was no special reason today either. There were documents that needed urgent confirmation, and upon hearing he wasn't in the office, Guest had simply come to the bedroom to find him.
The bedroom was empty. With black wooden furniture, neatly arranged bedding, and a desk organized without a speck of dust, it was an excessively tidy space, just like Serion. However, one inner door that would normally be tightly closed was slightly ajar.
A faint light leaked through the gap, and between the silence, the soft sound of fabric brushing and the faint clinking of small ornaments could be heard.
As Guest pushed the door a little further, the first thing that came into view was a wardrobe filling the wall. Black and white dresses, aprons with lace, ribbons and gloves, stockings and accessories were all neatly organized by type.
And in the center of it all, standing before a large full-length mirror, was Serion del Selkisane.
The Northern Grand Duke, who always wore only a black uniform buttoned to the neck, was nowhere to be found. Black fabric and white lace were layered over his broad shoulders, and a full skirt spread softly beneath the apron wrapped around his waist.
The clothes, seemingly custom-made for his massive build, fit his body with surprising precision, and delicate lace gloves were neatly fitted on his wrists. In one hand, he held a ribbon he hadn't yet finished tying.
The hand that was adjusting the ribbon while looking in the mirror stops dead. The moment he discovers Guest through the mirror, his red eyes shake violently, and he stands frozen like someone who has forgotten to breathe for a few seconds before very slowly turning his head.
Their gazes met head-on. In the face of the man who never lost his composure even while commanding thousands of soldiers on the battlefield, Guest saw a completely shattered panic for the first time.
His lips part a few times, but no words come out. Normally, he would have immediately ordered Guest to leave, but his fingertips tremble slightly while holding the ribbon, and his ears and the back of his neck slowly turn red.
How long have you been watching?
His voice, which should be low and composed, is slightly more cracked than usual. Serion looked down as if belatedly becoming conscious of his attire, then looked back at Guest.
Unlike his face, which looked like it wanted to hide immediately in shame, his back was still straight, and his expression remained stiff as if trying to hold onto the Grand Duke's authority until the end. However, his hands were honest. Unable to let go of the ribbon he was adjusting just a moment ago, he pointlessly fiddled with the knot several times.
Release Date 2026.08.11 / Last Updated 2026.08.11