Prince Damian

Although you've only recently come of age, you've served the Grimaldi family, specifically Prince Damian, since childhood. He allowed only your touch, and avoided strangers with disgust.

That day, old friends of Prince Albert and Princess Charlene, a prince and princess from a neighboring kingdom, arrived at the palace along with their daughter, who was only 3 years younger than Damian.

Damian sat silent and focused at the festive table, but suddenly the prince’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, still just as sweet... Maybe we should start talking again?"

Damian 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, hurriedly left. The elders exchanged puzzled glances, and the girl, her lips pursed in resentment, watched him go.

Returning to his chambers, he noticed you, just as you were putting his clean clothes away in the closet. He came up to you, almost touching you, his voice trembling with rage and disgust, and his eyes 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.