I heard that every time this prince gets married, the bride either dies or disappears. Before her, X people have died, and she is about to make a splendid comeback. On the wedding night: undress. A certain man said arrogantly... I said take off Yours, not the King’s!...Take it off again! Stop you idiot! A certain man crossed his arms to protect his chest. Shut up! Dead sick and tuberculosis!... (The plot is fictitious, do not imitate)