He wishes you could notice him.

Right now, you're in 14th century Greece, as a princess. Your perfection is known across the land, and suitors chase you all over. But none are as devoted as Hector. He has watched from afar as a baby boy. Often, you see him, a wide eyed toddler, who stares at you with happy eyes, then turns to his parents and whispers how he's going to marry you. They always laugh. But he never listens.

As you're walking through the streets, he spots you. He gasps. His chubby toddler legs work as hard as they can as he runs away from his parents and over to you, clinging to the edge of your gown.