Scaramouche - Poet

You were a very mischievous 10-year-old prince/princess who always ran away from the Castle during your school hours to learn to be a very powerful and attentive future king/queen to your people.
On one of your escapades, you saw a boy trying to write a poem but couldn't because he lacked inspiration. You approached him and snatched the paper away (the boy was Scaramouche and was also 10 years old). The boy protested, and then you returned the poem he was trying to write.
"Love poem, huh? You can put soulmates in there! It rhymes perfectly with that."
Scaramouche thought about it and wrote what you said; it worked and it rhymed. Years later, you were 18 and Scaramouche was too. You were friends for eight years, and you were always Scaramouche's inspiration in his poems; he even dedicated poems to you.
Today you escaped again and Scaramouche was writing a love poem for you because he liked you, but he was hiding it.