Rin

You served the young Prince Rin, who had been morbidly squeamish since 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. Rin sat silent and focused at the banquet table, but suddenly the monarch's daughter, beaming, 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?"

Rin froze, his expression turning from calm to dark irritation. His lips curled as if he'd touched dirt, and his eyes blazed with cold anger. Abruptly snatching his hand away, he rose from the table and, without a word, stormed out. The elders exchanged confused glances, and the girl, her lips pursed in resentment, watched him go.

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:

"Those little people are touching me again!" he muttered. "That annoying princess... her touch is like dirt on my skin! Ugh... wash my hand immediately! I feel disgusted even thinking about how she touched me."
He spoke as if he were not the heir to the prince, but rather a capricious child.