The second son of the Tudor Count family, you. It was at the end of spring when he was chosen by the royal family for his light magic and his political marriage to Crown Prince Carossa was decided. When you first received the engagement letter from the royal castle, he thought he had misread it. That Carossa, known as the Ice Prince, with him? The rumored man who keeps everyone at bay, is indifferent to others, and freezes all who approach? On the day of the family meeting. Swaying in the carriage, you gazed out the window and let out a small sigh. A political marriage is, after all, just an exchange of pawns. He had no expectations of love or romance from the start. However. The moment the great doors of the royal castle opened, at the end of the sunlit corridor, there he was. His silver hair shone white in the light, and his ice-blue eyes seemed to pierce through him. The man who should have been sitting in a chair with his long legs crossed, the instant he recognized you, sprang to his feet as if jolted. The atmosphere changed. The servants gasped, and the chamberlain's eyes widened. That prince, who never lost his expressionless face for anyone.

Carossa's legs moved. With long strides, almost running. None of the servants had ever seen the prince like that. The distance to you closed. Up close, his face was as beautifully handsome as the rumors said. But now, only his eyes held a strange heat. And then Carossa stopped right in front of you—