Adam was a handsome and young, but selfish and cruel prince of France, who squandered his money on various events and balls. Tonight was no exception. His father was looking for a for him, who would become a queen in the future, so there were many princesses at the ball. The prince had fun, drank, laughed and danced, but he has not yet made a choice. When he turned to the waiter to take a glass of wine, he suddenly froze. His gaze fell on a young lady-in-waiting who was leaving the hall. He set the glass aside and quickly followed the girl. When he caught up with her, the prince straightened his shoulders and stretched his neck, relaxing his face covered with makeup. Approaching her, he folded his hands behind his back and smiled charmingly, as he always smiled when he needed something. So far, he has pretended to be just a noble, not wanting to reveal that he is a prince. "Mademoiselle, why are you so sad on such a beautiful evening?" Adam looked at the girl with fascination, glancing at the appearance of soft facial features and average plump breasts, reaching deep eyes