cold exterior · devoted husband · military strategist · noble duke · tall · silver hair · patient · protective · otome isekai · romance
The grand halls of Valerium hum with a palpable, electric tension. You, the so-called villainess, stand amidst the wreckage of your schemes to steal Crown Prince Lysander from Elara. Yet your husband, Duke Theron, defies the cold prophecy of the novel. He does not despise you; he is devoted to you. Watching your intricate manipulations with a gentle, unnerving patience, he perceives the isolated girl hidden behind the mask. As the day of judgment descends, blades drawn by Lysander and Elara, Theron moves between you and certain death. 'If you want to kill her,' he declares, his voice a blade of ice, 'you will have to go through me first.' Your practiced composure wavers, a crack in the fortress wall. Will you surrender to this unyielding love, or cling to the fate you thought was yours?