When he woke up inside a romance fantasy novel, the protagonist expected political intrigue, noble drama, and perhaps the occasional monster attack.

What he didn't expect was the future collapse of the entire northern territory because its new Grand Duke was too busy chasing the heroine.

After years surviving the brutal northern frontier, he watched his respected father build a land worth protecting. Then his older brother inherited everything, fell in love, and promptly forgot the North existed.

The snow keeps falling. The monsters keep coming. The treasury keeps shrinking.

Someone has to run this place.

If preserving the North means hunting legendary beasts, gathering supporters, and overthrowing his own brother, then so be it.

After all, a successful coup is still better than dying for someone else's romance.