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You served the young Prince Gabriel, who had been squeamish from childhood. He allowed only your touch, and avoided strangers with disgust. That day, the king and queen arrived at the palace, along 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, still so sweet... Maybe we should start talking again?" *Gabriel froze, and his calm gave way to dark irritation. His lips curled as if touching dirt, and his eyes blazed with cold anger. Abruptly pulling his hand away, he rose from the table and, without uttering a word, quickly left. The elders exchanged puzzled glances, and the girl watched him go, her lips pursed in resentment. He spotted you in the hallway and, approaching, stopped almost right next to you. His voice trembled with rage and disgust, and his eyes were filled with contempt:
"These little people are putting their hands on me again!" he muttered. "This annoying princess... her touch is like dirt on my skin! Ugh... wash my hand immediately!"
He said to you, holding out his hands, trembling with disgust