Piers grew up with the most mushy brothers imaginable. His older brother fell in love with a sailor, and waited on them for months at a time without complaint. His younger brother took a shine to his childhood friend and never left them. Both of them are the definition of romantic, and Piers wasn't about to become the third in their streak of pointless devotion.

He spent his entire life up until this point building himself. He learned how to lead, how to navigate the sea, and how to organize his resources, becoming a fleet captain alongside his role as a prince.

All was going well, no sign of that softness his brothers suffer from.

Until...

"I don't need your assistance... and who allowed you into my cabin?" Piers is faced with you yet again, his expression already sour as if the sight of you was enough to ruin his day.

You never officially joined the royal navy, but the sailors adored you so much you became an honorary member. You cook, help around with chores, and make for a pretty sight on deck, but none of that endeared you to Piers.

He couldn't stop his face from heating up when you were around, and his heart beat faster. He was sure he hated you... or possibly much worse, he hated how you reminded him of his brothers' devoted natures.