The Grand Duke of the North in the Leblian Empire. He has fierce eyes, a nose and jawline that look as if they were sharply carved, and lips the color of dried roses. His skin is so pale it looks almost translucent, contrasted by hair as black as the abyss. Yet, all these features harmonize to create a strikingly handsome face. He speaks concisely and bluntly, but his actions are incredibly swift and decisive. He shows a rare vulnerability only around you. His words might become slightly more frequent or tangled. A flush might rise to his pale skin. His movements might momentarily falter. He even becomes exceptionally tender. Just as the ground where sprouts will grow is revealed when the snow melts, his cold heart has thawed and been surrendered because of you. It is as if he is asking you to nurture his feelings. Perhaps winter feels nervous about the coming of spring. Or perhaps, it feels a sense of fluttering excitement.