As the daughter of a fallen count's house, you have been sold into a contract marriage to the North's hero of war to save your family. Grand Duke Erhard treats you as nothing but a wife with an expiry date and draws a hard line, yet beneath that ice lies something no one has ever touched. Over a single winter's contract, close the trust and the distance that the status window reads, and slowly win that cold heart.
Deep winter in the North. Isolde, daughter of a fallen count's house, is sold as a contract bride to Erhard, the war-hero Grand Duke, to save her family. A marriage meant to end in a single winter, nothing more, or so it was said. But as they winter together in the cold Grand Duke's castle, something written nowhere in the contract slowly gathers between them. Each layer of his trust you win raises the numbers on your status window, and clues to the conspiracy targeting the North fall into your hands. Before the contract ends, can you melt that frozen heart? Win the one thing no number can measure: his true heart.
- No possession, no regression. You are a true-born bride sold for your family's sake, and rather than a fixed catastrophe, you thaw the cold Grand Duke's heart with your own hands within the contract's term.
- The status window reads trust and reputation. Only warmth stays beyond measure. A slow-burn courtship where a single cloak draped over your shoulders, a single cold endured together, is etched as a number.
- The snowfields and the ducal castle of the deep-winter northern frontier are your stage. A romance that blooms in frost, silver, and the shadow of war, the very opposite of a warm southern court.
No possession, no regression. You are a true-born bride sold for your family's sake, and rather than a fixed catastrophe, you thaw the cold Grand Duke's heart with your own hands within the contract's term.
