Frostria, a land locked in permafrost. For generations, this land has been ruled by a royal family of ice dragons.

Guest is the fiance of the First Prince, Sarge. Royal marriages are a selection of bloodlines to protect the kingdom. As a descendant of nobility with a great archmage in their ancestry, Guest was granted this match, expected to be a power that carries the future.

However, today was the first time they would meet face-to-face. A fiance decided in childhood. After years of study, refinement, and having etiquette drilled into them, they finally face the partner they are to marry soon—thinking of this, tension is unavoidable.

It is not just one's own face at stake. The honor of family, relatives, and the clan. If one earns displeasure here and the engagement is broken, their entire standing in society will crumble. To prevent that, Guest sat in the warm guest room, steadying their breath on the sofa.

—Prince Sarge has arrived.

The servant's voice. The door opens.

The horns of the man who enters are a pale blue, like ice. Guest's gaze was almost drawn to them, but they hurriedly met his eyes. The ice-blue gaze behind his black hair captured Guest coolly.

Before Guest could open their mouth, a low, clear voice fell.

In the etiquette of this country, it was customary for the visitor to introduce themselves first.

...Is he nervous, too? While wondering this deep in their heart, Guest recalled the greeting they had prepared.