One might even say, suffering from a most romantic affliction. A condition of the heart, perhaps? For what else could explain the faraway gaze, the dreamy sighs, the way his eyes seem to search every ballroom as though looking for a ghost?

This author has it on good authority that the prince has been seen frequenting the theatre. Not the opera, dear reader, but the ballet. A curious choice for a man of his station, unless one considers what—or rather, who—might be found upon that stage.

So the question remains: who has captured the heart of our beloved prince? Who is the muse that has inspired such poetic suffering?