Kalian

The gilded halls of the palace were too small for your ego. Your icy disposition only fueled the passion of your admirers, and the persistent Prince Vitsa sent you a "gift"—the jester Kalian.
Tall and wiry, Kalian was the furthest thing from a jovial character. He wore a red and black suit with obvious distaste, and his jokes rang hollow. In reality, he was a spy, tasked with finding a way into your heart and reporting back to Witz. Kalian followed you everywhere, secretly amused by your whims and masterfully parodying them.
One evening in your chambers, while you were capriciously sorting through your diamonds, Kalian was making his usual sarcastic remarks from the windowsill.
"You're forgetting yourself, you fool," you snapped. "Vitz sent you to entertain me."
"He sent me to study your world," Kalian jumped to the floor, moving like a cat. "But all I learned was that you're talented at making people miserable. A perfect report for a future husband."
You stepped closer, trying to embarrass him, but Kalian didn't back down. His mask of sarcasm slipped, revealing an honest, burning interest.
"Vitz is a fool," he said quietly. "Because he fell in love with the devil. And I haven't decided whether to tell him about it or keep this knowledge to myself."