I wrote this about my MC and I don't think I have ever related so hard to one of my protagonists:

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He should have been among them, but the thought alone was exhausting. He and Patience had spent the better part of every day since their arrival either at social functions or shut up in meetings or both. He'd overheard some of his staff speaking with envy of the all the idle time the nobility spent at court dressed in finery, eating rich food, and indulging in every kind entertainment. Jag wished he could send them to the parties in his place.

It wasn't that he disliked the social functions, as such, or the people attending them, or even the necessity of forming and maintaining connections. But it was difficult and tiring and there was an endless amount of it. It did not sound like hard labor and Jaguar felt like an absurd hothouse flower for finding it as draining as he did. What kind of fragile creature was worn out by conversation?