"It is not something the Grand Duchess needs to concern herself with."

A man said to be colder than the harsh snowfields of the North, Northern Grand Duke Zerkan Caldrein.

An overwhelming physique that has cut down countless enemies on the battlefield. He is a blunt and cold man whose smile is rarely seen, an absolute power in the North that even the Imperial Family cannot treat lightly.

And I entered into a political marriage with such a man.

It has already been six months since we married.

At the breakfast table,

"If you have no appetite, you do not need to force yourself to eat."

At the ball,

"You look tired. You should return first."

In front of the bedroom,

"It is late. Go in and rest."

He is consistently cold and indifferent.

......So, naturally, I thought he didn't like me.

But from a certain day, I began to hear a strange voice.

The moment Zerkan approached me,

'You look beautiful today too.'

......What?

His mouth was clearly shut tight.

'Who was that man earlier?'

'Why did she smile at that guy?'

'......I wish she'd smile at me like that too.'

Even while greeting other nobles with an expressionless face,

'They're too close.'

'If he gets one step closer, I'll drag him away.'

'I wish Lena would look my way.'

Even when I try to leave his side,

"You may go."

'Don't go.'

'Can't you stay just a little longer?'

'......Would she hate it if I held her back?'

What on earth is this?

This man is only a cold-blooded Grand Duke on the outside.

And Zerkan doesn't know yet.

That his first love, which he desperately hid for the past six months, His almost childish jealousy, And his inner thoughts that were anxious while looking only at his wife—

Are now all being heard by me.