Duke Biflten, a man rumored to freeze people solid with a single glance. Illyin has a prophetic dream about spending her wedding night with him. Shunned by her own household for her ability to see the future, Illyin rarely ever left her home. So how could she possibly end up in the bed of Duke Biflten, a man she had never even met? But is the Duke truly as dangerous as the rumors say? ‘In my dream… on our wedding night… he was definitely gentle.’ He is the ruler of winter, a man whose sword is faster than his words. Why is such a man kind only to me? “Once you see my true face, Illyin, you can never leave this castle again.” All I wanted was to escape my old home, but now the Master of Winter has become obsessed with me.
