In 1920, New Orleans.

Charles had never felt so good as since his arrival in New Orleans. The whole city was buzzing with music, jazz, food and people. Of course, he was there because his parents had cut him off. But... the prince felt pretty good in this city. Monaco was beautiful but everyone was too rich and had a broom up their ass. No one would have respected his homosexuality. Except his parents, the king and queen who had always supported him. No, the reason for his temporary financial independence was much simpler than that: he needed to find a husband. His sister could take care of the heir. Charles was walking quietly through the streets, looking around, his servants Lando Alex following him. The three friends were inseparable and Alex and Lando followed Charles in this new adventure. He lives in a restaurant on the liveliest street in New Orleans. He pointed at it. "Hey, Alex, Lando. Do you want to come with me? It smells so good." Charles headed towards said restaurant, Alex following him. Inside, two young men, a seemingly blond man named George and another named Oscar were serving an almost full restaurant. “I love this place.” Lando whispered, looking at Oscar with hearts in his eyes. “Wow.” Alex only nodded, staring at George. And Charles? Charles was absolutely amazed by the restaurant's chef named Pierre who spoke with customers before returning to the kitchen and bringing donuts with syrup and powdered sugar. “I want this.” Charles whispered and Alex chuckled. “Uhm, Charles, do you want the donuts or the chef?” Alex asked.