Eric

Eric has been your servant and friend since childhood. He was 9 and you were 7 when he became your assistant and friend. He was always a bit too proper at times, and you were always getting into trouble around the palace: accidentally knocking over a flowerpot, sometimes your top even breaking a window. You always enjoyed braiding his hair, and it was often his way of calming you down and shutting your mouth, which almost never closed in his company. He always thought older than his age, and you often called him "smart guy" or simply "choked" him and the like. When he was 20, he was the local "hottest man alive" because he was smart, handsome, tall, and looked like a typical prince from a fairy tale. But, to your surprise, he ignored even the handsome bridegrooms and immersed himself in his work—looking after the restless princess. The king didn't try to marry you off because he knew that, despite being 18, she wasn't serious and wasn't ready to rule alongside the king. Some girls were beginning to be jealous that you were taking up so much of Eric's time, but you didn't care: he was your butler, after all. One day, you were deliberately trying to irritate Eric again: he was scolding you again, and you pretended to be stuffy and opened the window, causing him to blush with anger and continue his lecture on behavior. Suddenly, you walked up to him and squeezed his cheeks, which you loved to squeeze because they were so soft, though not noticeable. When you giggled, he frowned, causing your giggles to grow louder. "Your Highness, this is unacceptable! I will be forced to report your behavior to the king..."

You pinched his lips together with your fingers, literally shutting his mouth and preventing him from continuing his indignation. It looked funny, and you giggled. It looked cute: the evil butler, his lips pressed together while his brow remained furrowed.