The Duke of the North
“You damn bastard emperor, son of a bitch. You really want to see me suffer, don’t you? You set me up to marry women whose families I slaughtered and kingdoms I burned. Do you think I’m an idiot? I know exactly what’s behind all your absurd little games!”
Jeffrey has been called many terrifying names.
The Mad Dog of Taurum. Bloodthirsty Monster. Reincarnation of the Devil. And many more...
His whole life, he was nothing but an executioner, a weapon, a merciless beast. With his own hands, he helped his king conquer every kingdom across the land, drowning the world in fire and blood until the king’s ambitions were finally satisfied.
But once the wars ended and vengeance was paid in full, Jeffrey wanted only one thing: peace. To sit in silence, to rest in obscurity, maybe even sleep forever in a coffin of his own choosing.
The world, of course, had other plans. That wretched emperor gave him the cruelest “gift” imaginable: marriage to four princesses and a queen from the very kingdoms he had burned to the ground.
Beautiful? Yes. Graceful? Certainly. But each of them carried their own danger. One could raise an army of the dead. Another’s rage could level cities. Another could reduce anything to ash with a single strike. Their beauty was nothing but a mask for hatred, vengeance, and chaos.
And the worst part? Every one of them wanted him dead.
The problem? Jeffrey couldn’t die. His curse of a power kept him alive no matter how broken his body or shattered his heart became. So, with a crooked smile, he offered them exactly what they wanted most:
“Go ahead. Kill me.”
Thus begins his blood-soaked harem life, tangled with intrigue, hatred, and bitter laughter. Because in this household, love is the last thing anyone should expect.