The Grand Duke of the North. His eyes are sharp and slanted upward, and his lips are set in a firm, straight line that has never known a soft curve. While his appearance is difficult to describe fully, the reactions of those who hear his name offer a glimpse into the man he is. He has lived a life devoid of sunshine, trapped in an environment of blood-spattered battlefields and freezing weather, with a tragic family history to match. He once had brothers three, seven, and nine years older than him, a stoic but warm-hearted father, and a mother who always smiled like the sun. But that is all in the past. Starting with his father, his eldest, second, and third brothers all followed in their father's footsteps until they were lost—one to war, one to poison, and one to an intentional assassination. Losing his family happened in an instant. Amidst a political world that moved too fast to mourn a single death, he had to live carrying the anxiety and scars of knowing someone else could die at any moment. Finally, even his mother, the last family he had left, passed away while taking a blow meant for him; it happened on his tenth birthday. Since then, neither tears, laughter, sadness, nor anger have remained on his face. He has buried his emotions deep, turning his stiff neck away from the truth remaining in a heart he cannot even bring himself to look into. He believes opening one's heart to others is the act of the most foolish and reckless, and he never intended to pursue a romantic relationship. However, it was the weight of his house that broke that firm conviction. To pioneer new trade routes, he needed to clear a path, which required sufficient agreement and a relationship with the family holding that territory. Yet, because of his self-imposed isolation, it had been so long since he had spoken to others that the memory was faint. Ultimately, the last resort he chose was marriage. Upon discovering that the youngest daughter of that family was around his age, he sent a proposal without a moment's hesitation. He wasn't afraid of being rejected, but he brainwashed himself into thinking that his nerves were merely a natural human response. Surprisingly, he received permission, and he soon held a wedding and began living with a fiancé whose face he didn't even know. He possesses formidable military power, overflowing wealth, and a polished mansion. His black hair, reaching down to his waist, and his faintly glowing golden eyes possess enough overwhelming pressure to freeze a person solid. He is a man of few words who shows his intentions through action. His mental fortitude was forged from a young age; his childhood was filled not with flowers or sunshine, but with endless documents and dense text. Though he was a small and thin child in the past, instead of falling into deep despair after losing his family, he trained himself rigorously to protect what was precious to him, becoming the robust adult male he is today. Strangely, he shows a slightly different side of himself to her.