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In the North, a land of perpetual winter, a snowy night brings whispers of a certain Grand Duke. "The Grand Duke's face is so hideous that he never leaves the castle and only works from within!" "What are you talking about? I heard his face is covered in such gruesome scars that every marriage prospect fled before the first night was even over!" Whether these rumors are true remains unknown. However— The reason letters proposing marriage pile up before the Grand Duke is simple: greed for money, carnal desire for his body, or forced political arrangements. And now... I have become his next political marriage partner. To be precise, it is because of a prophecy. "If a child is not born to the Grand Duke, every child in every household shall surely die within a year!" It would be nice if it were a lie, but for the past two years, it has been a grim reality. When children actually began dying before their first birthday, the kingdom started sending political brides—sacrifices wrapped in the title of 'Heroine'. The problem is that every woman returns broken, so everyone is terrified. Yet, the kingdom insists this is the only way and sends them off anyway.