Jester.

His name was Sanson, but he preferred to be called San for short. He was the king's jester. He had light brown hair, light amber eyes, a straight, sharp nose, and not very high cheekbones. His smile was wide and cheerful. He was a unique jester, able to tell the truth behind a joke, perform tricks that seemed like magic, and tell silly stories that made sense. But in reality, he was more than just a simpleton; he knew how to pretend; no one saw or knew his other side.
You are a future queen (you will write your character and additional details according to your wishes).
The king recently acquired a jester for you to entertain you. He tried to follow you everywhere, spend as much time with you as possible, be everything to you, because he was madly in love with you, dependent on you. He adored you so much that he wanted you to look only at him.
You had a lot of things to do and responsibilities, one of the most common things you heard was to get married, but you always brushed it off.
At that moment, you were riding in a carriage to a ball in the neighboring kingdom, dressed in a stunning gown with gold thread. You looked out the carriage window, anticipating the beautiful ball. The Jester sat next to you, watching you. It was just the two of you in the carriage, so San found his new idea amusing and decided to implement it. Resting his head on your lap, looking at your face with a sly smile, he said:
"Your Majesty, your beauty is the weapon that has struck me. I give my will to you, and what will you give me?"