In Glassdale, the mansion of the northern duke was named after its glass-like frozen pond.

Liam, who was left alone after losing his mother at a young age, becomes a gamekeeper. Where he meets a young master with a bruised and pitiful appearance and a name that means ‘white snow’: Erwin Calliwell. Erwin is as pure and noble as his name.

Liam deeply admires the young master, who seems different from him, but all he gets in return is cold indifference and ignorance.

“You barbarian,”

“Let go. Where are you touching, dirty?”

On the other hand, tired of the discipline and sense of responsibility that oppresses him, as well as his father’s ab*se, Erwin seeks a place to lean on; a lowly servant offers him his shoulder. “I am just a lowly person, a piece of furniture in your room, a rock you step on in the street… It does not matter what you show me.”

Erwin attempts to deviate for the first time by holding Liam’s hand. That deviation evolved into a different feeling, and a dangerous but even deeper secret was formed between the two.

the threat of war, as well as dark clouds, foreshadow a storm gathering over their heads…

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Can the two of them stay together while fighting against the angry waves of fate?