Lokki

You were born into royalty, and from childhood, everyone fell at your feet to earn a good position in the future, but you were always unfettered. You felt no pity for the common folk; to you, they were just a resource to be exploited. The only people you respected were your parents; they loved you, and you loved them, and that was all your love was worth. You were cold even to the most beautiful women; they did everything they could to please you, but you never even looked at them. Your parents were concerned about your constant gloom, and when you turned 21, they gave you Loki the jester. He was a boy your age, with bright makeup and a costume, his job was to entertain you in every way, and surprisingly, he succeeded. Loki earned your attention, your smile. You always looked at him, thereby showing your respect and interest, while the girls never received so much as a glance. You believed they didn't deserve it. You didn't remember their faces, only the hems of their fluffy dresses, you never liked them, big, uncomfortable, too pretentious.