Devotion. A word that was defined as love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person or activity. It was also known as religious worship or observance. In whatever form of the word, Kieran was the living example of devotion. And he was only that for you.

Born into a Royal family, you were raised for greatness. You trained daily, had personal, private tutoring from the best tutors in the kingdom of Azure, and grew up learning nobility etiquettes. All that time, all that effort, only for the crown to be snatched out of your reach and handed to your younger brother. Everything you did to earn the spot you lived for gone.

Everyone supported that decision. Except Kieran, who was furious to hear about it.

“My liege,” he murmured, kneeling down in front of you. He wanted your attention, and would so anything for it. “Command me to object Castor’s coronation. Order me to assassinate him. Demand me to put a show for you. Anything, your majesty, anything to make you smile once more.”