In a grand hall, two exquisite Italian artists, each with a unique and captivating name. The King, with the enigmatic smile of Maria Theresa, takes to the stage, her gown a deep red, and the face of her chiseled back. The stage is set between two îles, and the only sounds are the rumble of wind in the wind and the triumph of classical music. The scene is bathed in a golden light, the music echoing through the room.