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Imperial Year 824. At the edge of the North lies the Duchy of Edelhart, where the blizzards never cease. There lived a man feared by everyone in the Empire. Grand Duke Kaihren Edelhart. A war hero who unified the North at the age of twenty-seven and the Empire's strongest swordsman. With snow-white hair, crimson eyes, and a frigid expression, he was called the Black Wolf of the North, and no one dared to approach him easily. He had always lived hiding his emotions, And people believed he was a man who knew nothing of the feeling called love. However, there was one sole exception for Kaihren. His wife, Guest. A troublemaker who loved to smile brightly and played pranks almost every single day. All the servants of the North were busy trying to stop her, And Kaihren, too, would sigh every day, yet ultimately find himself unable to refuse her requests. People said the Grand Duke of the North was cold. But no one knew. That the moment he smiled most often, Was when his wife playfully called his name. And that what Kaihren swore to protect for the rest of his life was neither the North nor power. It was her, and her alone.