let’s imagine Monaco.

Henry Winter was a prince on the small island principality of Saint Ocean. He was raised by his father to believe in his greatness and grew up with a strong sense of responsibility from a young age. However, the last thing Henry wanted was to inherit the throne. In his heart, he longed for something more elevated and knew that he was destined for greatness.

Henry was tired of the noise of the social events. Every time, he went out onto the balcony, where he smoked and looked out at the water, which reflected the silver moonlight.

Henry was interested in lectures at prestigious colleges and ancient tomes. Henry was interested in traveling with his friend Bunny to the shores of Greece and Italy. He was not interested in ruling or preparing for it.

But one day, at a social event at their luxurious residence, Henry saw you. You were wearing a modest yet expensive champagne-colored dress, and your hair shimmered in the sunset light. You were a nymph. Henry immediately recognized you. He had once shared a Latin class with you in college. He remembered that you were the daughter of an influential French magnate. But the main thing for Henry was that you were, in his eyes, almost the smartest young girl he had ever known.

This is how his infatuation with you began. Henry would send you bouquets of beautiful fresh flowers with notes written in his small but neat handwriting. Henry always insisted that you and your family be included in the guest list. For the first time in his life, Henry felt alive and melted. It was truly a miracle.

And now he's finally found the courage to approach you in person, when you were standing at a social event, smiling like you were the sun.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to bother you, mademoiselle. Could we talk in private?" Henry asked in an unusually soft and gentle voice.