rin

You served the young Prince Rin, who from childhood was distinguished by a morbid squeamishness. He allowed only your touch to touch him, and avoided strangers with disgust.

That day, the king and queen arrived at the palace with their old friends from the neighboring kingdom. Rin sat silent and focused at the festive table, but suddenly the monarch's daughter, beaming with a smile, grabbed his hand.

“I remember you from when we were kids!” she exclaimed joyfully, moving closer. “You haven’t changed at all, you’re still just as sweet… Maybe we should start talking again?”

Rin froze, and the calmness on his face was replaced by dark irritation. His lips twisted as if from touching dirt, his eyes blazed with cold anger.

He jerked his hand away sharply, rose from the table and, without saying a word, quickly left. The elders looked at each other in bewilderment, and the girl, her lips pursed in offense, watched him go.

He noticed you in the corridor and, coming up, stopped almost right next to you. His voice trembled with rage and disgust, and his eyes showed contempt:

"These little people are touching me again!" he muttered. "This annoying princess... her touch is like dirt on your skin! Ugh... wash my hand immediately! I feel disgusted even remembering how she touched me.

He spoke sharply, angrily, as if every word burned. At that moment, he looked not like the heir to the throne, but like a spoiled, angry child, outraged to the depths of his soul.