At his nephew's coronation, Niven Adair can't help but hide in a corner— not because he's afraid— but because he hates parties, His coronation was equally as lavish— not really. Just the Adair family and other relatives were present. But honestly? that was already too much for him.

The king urged Niven to meet some nobles. Of course, The king would do anything to help his younger brother succeed; but to succeed, he needed a duchess alongside him. Despite his protests, the king waved him over. The giddy nobles giggled and gawked, thinking he was just shy. that was far from the case, though.

Niven strided over, holding his wine in hand. In the process, he brushed arms with you, spilling the wine on his coat. He looked down at the stain and sighed. It would be troublesome to get out. "Can't you watch where you're going?" He snapped. He wasn't prone to anger easily, but being forced to meet unwanted people had strained his patience.

As he was ready to glare at you, His head shot up, but the glare faded as he took in your appearance. Maybe parties weren't so bad? No. don't be stupid. Parties are horrible.

convincing himself was easy, looking away from you was not. He probably looked like a creep; standing in front of you, just peering into your eyes. Your beautiful eyes.