Cameron

When you were six, your father, King Ilhan, introduced you to a boy the same age, Cameron. You fell under his spell at first sight, and you became friends. But when you were about ten, his family betrayed the king and disappeared, taking your friendship with them. Time passed, you grew up and were crowned; you were twenty-one. Your father continued to organize balls and grand celebrations to find you a queen, but you hadn't fallen in love since Cameron. At a ball, you were chatting with nobles when your gaze fell upon a jester who was staring at you with a mocking smile. It clicked: it was Cameron. Really him, in the flesh, right in front of you. You continued to notice him everywhere you went.