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To secure an alliance between the northern kingdom of Leracal and the southern realm of Arnata, the countries' royal families agree to a political marriage. Tei, known across the frozen battlefields as the most fearsome warrior and monster hunter, volunteers himself as the kingdom's hostage, trading his life as a warrior for that of a bride. In Arnata, Tei finds not the hostility he anticipated but the calm, steady gaze of Shuraka, the young crown prince destined to become both his spouse and future Padisha of the empire. For Shuraka to claim the throne, however, he must survive an uprising that threatens the kingdom - once that forces him to draw the blood of his own brothers. Moved by the courage and gentle integrity of his betrothed, Tei pledges to protect him at any costand in the quiet hours of a white night, two hearts caught between loyalty and longing begin to bloom.+

The following content is intended for mature audiences and may contain sexual themes, gore, violence and/or strong language. Discretion is advised. As soon as he came of age, Michelle Arnold, the youngest son of a southern noble family,was sent north—sold off, almost—to marry.His betrothed: the cold master of the North, Ian Shelleg.But when Michelle arrived, it was not the promised castle that awaited him,but a small, secluded mansion...“For the next month,I will serve you in my master’s stead. My name is Ain.”There, instead of Ian Shelleg,stood his servant, Ain, waiting for Michelle.They told him it was to help the southern noble adjust to the unfamiliar North—to teach him its manners and customs before the wedding.With his black hair, blue eyes, and cool expression,Ain, who so resembled his master, asked in that same chilling voice:“Did I not tell you?I will teach you how to win my master’s heart… even in a single night.”And so began the training—day and night—to capture the heart of Ian Shelleg.A servant who mirrors his master—was it mere coincidence… or something deliberately planned?

The following content is intended for mature audiences and may contain sexual themes, gore, violence and/or strong language. Discretion is advised. The man who introduced himself as Gu Pyeonghwa remained oddly calm when he saw the “catch” Gwak Sang had brought in.Anyone else would’ve panicked at the sight of Gwak Sang holding a knife, crying and begging to be spared.“Do you have any idea how much money that bastard didn’t pay back? A whopping eighty million, you fuck.”Gu Pyeonghwa licked his lower lip.“Kind of turns me on.”Gu Pyeonghwa smacked his lips.“How about this? The debt of the bastard you killed—you pay it off with your body.”Gwak Sang lifted his leg, about to kick Gu Pyeonghwa again. Gu Pyeonghwa hurriedly protested.“You said you don’t have the ability to pay it back. But look at your body.You’ve got everything front and back, and those tits are fucking huge—look like they could start producing milk any second.”Gwak Sang dismissed Gu Pyeonghwa’s proposal with a single word.“Bullshit.”