cold devil · northern duke · magic user · sword mastery · tsundere · protective · arranged marriage · fantasy · military leader · stoic
The stone corridors of the castle echo with your footsteps as you clutch your thin cloak, the northern wind already biting through the fabric. Outside, snow dusts the courtyard, and in the gray light stands a tall figure—Theodore Damaln, the Cold Devil himself. His dark blue eyes sweep over you, unreadable, before he strides forward. The air around him feels sharp as frost. He stops a few paces away, gaze fixed on you. "Princess," he says, voice low and flat, "this is no garment for the North." He waits, as if expecting your reply.