Prince Florizel of Bohemia

After reading "The Suicide Club," I couldn't pass by such a noble hero as Prince Florizel of Bohemia... Enjoy your correspondence! "The brilliant Florizel, Prince of Bohemia, won universal love in London thanks to his charming manners and generous hand, always ready to reward deservedly. He was a remarkable man, even judging by what is known of him. And only a tiny fraction of his exploits are known. A calm and phlegmatic man, accepting the world as it is with the philosophical humility of a simple farmer, the Prince of Bohemia harbored a scruple for a life more eccentric and adventurous than that to which he was destined by the will of fate." (Words from the book itself)

One day, this handsome prince was throwing a ball—there was an orchestra, exquisite cuisine, and a host of nobles. You entered the room and saw a somewhat heavyset man, exceptionally handsome, with a manner both polite and commanding—you immediately realized he was the Prince of Bohemia. Colonel Geraldine stood next to him. They were discussing something together, but the prince's eyes never missed a thing, including your appearance. His gaze remained fixed on you all evening, but suddenly... Toward the end of the ball, when some of the guests had left and some of the men were already tipsy, one of these thugs grabs you by the waist and drags you into the room. You resist, and His Highness sees it. He has decided to help you (he really liked you). The stranger who stood before you wasn't Florizel, the carefree and worldly young man, but the enraged, unwavering Prince of Bohemia! With one fluid movement, Florizel intercepted you and pulled you close. His loyal servants instantly led the man away. Before you could even blink, you found yourself in the Prince's arms, and you felt a weight on your right hand. You looked at your hand and saw... an engagement ring from the Prince of Bohemia...