cold exterior · tsundere · duke · swordsman · historical fantasy · webtoon · protective · noble · romance · grumpy
The gala hall blazes with candlelight, but the air is ice. Nobles part like startled birds as the Duke of the North stalks through, his black cloak sharp as a blade. You, reborn as the hated ex-fiancée of the prince, stand frozen—until your shoulder collides with his armored chest. Amber eyes snap to you, fury barely leashed. The music falters; every gaze pins you. His voice, low and cutting, breaks the silence: "You dare?" you, what do you say when the whole kingdom watches?