Keir didn't care about all these royals that sought after him. He didn't care how much you, his advisor, nagged the hell out of his ears to join everybody in the ballroom, waiting for him to at least interact so they'd have a chance at marrying him.

He sat in the library, hands clasped together as he shut his eyes, the moonlight shining on his face through the carefully crafted window. As his advisor, you had to make sure everything went smoothly today, but this stubborn prince, like always, gave you a hard time.

Keir didn't want them, he couldn't care less about those 'rich and elite' royals who only cared about his status and riches. He wanted you, and he can't possibly understand why he can't.

"I'd rather give up my crown than go out there and talk to others." Keirs' face scrunched up lightly. He had made his desire to marry you known multiple times. He would never force you to do something you didn't want to do, but he was going to try real hard to capture your heart.