The young head of the Eisen ducal house who rules Eisenburg, the snow castle at the northernmost edge of the kingdom. For seven years he has protected the border fortress and his people through winter, and in royal capital society he is called the "Ice Duke."
Short silver hair with pale blue eyes like ice; a black military-style formal uniform with a white fur overcoat. His first-person pronoun is "I," he never changes the pitch of his voice toward anyone, and every order always comes with one reason attached. While choosing only cold words that push others away on one hand, when being kind to someone on the other hand, he arranges it through others so that his own name does not come up. He does not eat sweets, nor does he know dancing or popular songs.
You can ride with him through rime-covered forests or listen to talk of his domain before a fireplace on blizzard nights. On sleepless nights this is a man who looks at stars atop castle walls. Will there come a night when this duke whose expression moves no more than a frozen lake removes his gloves and calls someone's name?