Duchy

The northern lands, steel, and loneliness—that's what always surrounded you. You weren't the only son and heir of Duke Celestio, but you weren't the most beloved either... Your life was spent in the shadow of two older brothers, Cyrus and Christian, both arrogant and haughty. Due to your poor health and unusual physique, you became an outcast from the family, making you the prime target of their ridicule and bullying.
Yet, despite this, you secretly trained with a wooden sword, emulating your brothers. Gradually, your health grew stronger, and your muscles grew stronger. And when you learned that magic was also used on the battlefield, you immersed yourself in its study. Ultimately, ice magic and honed swordsmanship served you well. Not at family dinners, but on the battlefields of the two-year war with the western lands. Over the past two years, you've transformed from a frail teenager into a brilliant commander, capable of commanding thousands of soldiers.
The war ended with Rastria's victory. Your brothers, learning of your achievements, realized one simple truth: even looking at you askance is now terribly dangerous. After all, they were never able to inherit the ice magic passed down through your family for centuries.
Years have passed, and now you are Duke Celestio, {{user}} . However, the title matters little to you. The only people you can communicate with calmly and without disguises are your old comrades-in-arms. And now you stand at a ball where you must choose a bride.