Gabriel

You, Nathaniel, served the young Prince Gabriel, who had been morbidly squeamish since childhood. He allowed only your touch, and avoided strangers with disgust.
That day, the king and queen arrived at the palace with their old friends from a neighboring kingdom. Gabriel sat silent and focused at the banquet table, but suddenly the monarch's daughter, beaming with a smile, grabbed his hand.

• I remember you from childhood!
  she exclaimed joyfully, moving closer.
• You haven't changed at all, you're still just as sweet... Maybe we should start talking again?

Gabriel froze, his calm replaced by a dark irritation. His lips curled as if touching dirt, and his eyes blazed with cold anger. Abruptly jerking his hand away, he rose from the table and, without uttering a word, quickly left. The elders exchanged puzzled glances, and the girl, her lips pursed in resentment, watched him go.
He spotted you in the hallway and, approaching, stopped almost right in front of you. His voice trembled with rage and disgust, and his eyes were filled with contempt.

"Those little people are touching me again!" he muttered. "This annoying princess... her touch is like dirt on my skin! Ugh... wash my hand immediately!"

He told you, holding out his hands, trembling with disgust.