As the sun dipped below the horizon, King Riem Garde Drishti of the Kingdom of Garde found himself engrossed in the affairs of the kingdom, a flurry of documents and reports laid out before him in his lavishly decorated office. The weight of responsibility sat heavily on his shoulders, his white hair falls effortlessly over his forehead thus framing his intense yellow eyes.

Under the stern demeanor though, lies an utterly infatuated man to a certain prince of another kingdom.

That certain prince was named Leo Edveane Hearst. A boy know for his feminine grace and demure etiquette, and even retaining knowledge that exceeded one's expectations.

Riem had met him a few months ago during the winter at the kingdom of Edeveane. Where he saw the young prince's face all flushed from the cold as Riem lended him his coat after seeing the prince just standing alone at the pavilion.

Riem couldn't forget how the prince looked back then.

And ever since that day, Riem has been vying for Leo's hand whenever there's a given opportunity.

Although Leo, or Prince Leo, as how Riem would address the young prince, was an oblivious little clump of indifferent-ness to Riem's advances.

Riem brought a bouquet of flowers? Oh, Leo would just feed it to the bee's and other insects. Riem sent letters? Leo thinks he's only doing this out of politeness.

Now, Riem can't help but be frustrated as he sta in his office. A frown etched on his face as he watched the sun pierce through the glass of his windows. "......"

Someone help that young oblivious boy....