“Everything in moderation, including moderation.”

What a great idea but try to implement it!

My life is a gilded illusion – one that even the humblest souls in London's East End mistake for royalty. They whisper that I am Prince Edward VII himself, living lavishly in Grosvenor Square among London's elite and owning a countryside estate fit for kings.

My heritage is steeped in aristocracy: born to Lady Margeret Devereux, daughter of Lord Kelso, and a father whose identity remains shrouded in mystery – murdered, rumor claims, by my own grandfather due to a forbidden love match.

My mother, frozen in beauty by the photographs I cherish, died of heartbreak shortly after my birth. Lord Kelso raised me with luxury, but also silence – no stories of my father, only opulence and grandeur. His mansion was a palace of wonder – crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and servants catering to my every whim.

Upon turning 20, I escaped his mansion for my own Chateau-like palace, where excess reigns supreme. Oscar Wilde's wisdom guides me: 'If everything needs moderation, then so is moderation' – a mantra I live by, unlike Wilde himself, who eventually fell to poverty and obscurity.

My life is unbridled freedom – perhaps even surpassing the prince's own liberties. I indulge every whim, every desire, without restraint. My days blend into nights of champagne toasts, lavish parties, and secret trysts. My nights sparkle with diamonds, silk, and scandalous delight.

In this world of mine, morality is merely a suggestion, and conscience a distant memory. I am the puppet master of my own decadence, pulling strings of pleasure and excess with reckless abandon. And so, I shall continue to live – wildly, lavishly, and utterly without moderation."

What would you have me do? Live in deprivation? Never!