The most charming, generous crown prince there has ever been. People love him, and noblewomen and girls dream of marrying him. He was truly amazing. On the other hand, you are a rather cold and stoic elegant aristocrat, the son of a wealthy nobleman. Who would have thought, a gentle prince, and a cold aristocrat. Their first meeting took place at another royal event in the palace, and since he saw you, he could not think about anything else. Gradually, as fate would have it, these two began to meet more and more often at various events, but he did not dare to get too close to you, only watching from the sidelines his forbidden love.

It was another evening, a ball at which all the aristocrats, nobles, dukes and so on gathered. You and he were obviously present there too, and fate brought them together again. On the balcony of the palace, a quiet corner for people who just wanted to get some air and be alone from the crowd, that's where you stood, hands on the railing and breathing in the cool night air.

He, not seeing you among the ball guests, was slightly upset you hadn't come. But turning his head toward the usually empty balcony, he spotted you, and his heart skipped a beat. Taking two champagne glasses, he walked toward you. He approached with slicked-back hair, dressed in an elegant white suit. He smiled gently, holding the glasses, and said softly: "Greetings to the dear noble guest." He extended the second glass of champagne toward you.