Crown for Christmas Page #5

You're not going to punish me?

No.

Hmm.

Hello, everyone,

and welcome again.

It's hard to believe

another year has gone by.

I hope it's been a good one

for all of you.

There are rumors

of a royal wedding!

Father always told me

not to believe rumors.

I tell my daughter many things,

most of which she ignores.

Theodora, would you please hang

the royal ornament on the tree?

I'll hang this one instead.

That's sweet.

A picture, Your Highness.

Look at us.

Just like a family already.

Don't worry, Miss Wick.

I didn't make the bed.

It's not Miss Wick.

May I come in?

Of course.

What a surprise.

To what do I owe the pleasure

of this unexpected visit?

You and Maximillian

seem rather chummy.

Well, we do go way back

to five days ago.

I'm just the governess.

I owe you an apology,

Miss Evans.

I'm afraid I'm quite insecure

when it comes to Maximillian.

We were supposed to be

married years ago.

This is my second chance,

and I'd hate for him

to slip away again.

You have nothing

to worry about from me.

The truth is I don't believe

he's ever been quite comfortable

as a royal or a king.

Perhaps could put a good word in

with Theodora for me.

Of course.

I'm glad we had this chat.

Fresh snow! Look!

It's gonna be

a white Christmas.

Come on, let's go.

He's perfect.

Where's Theodora?

I don't know, Your Highness.

I'll go and find her.

Oh, good one!

Yes!

Princess Theodora,

you're due in for breakfast.

Oh, you cheeky little monkey!

Gotcha!

Whoa! Two against one, huh?

- Come on!

- Come on, Helen!

Come on!

Nice shot, Fergus.

Come on, guys.

Come on, join my team.

This means war!

Pardon the interruption,

Your Highness,

but I can't seem to find

the staff anywhere.

And my tea is cold.

Come on, guys!

We need help! Whoo!

Would you care

to explain yourselves?!

That's not funny.

What are they doing?

Oh, no.

Father.

Your Highness,

please don't blame them.

Is this a snowball fight

or a tea party?

Ohh! Your Majesty!

Nice shot, Your Highness!

Something needs to be done

about this governess.

I think we'll make this

a new Christmas Eve tradition.

Come on.

Let's go.

Well done, girls.

These look delicious.

It's hot.

Can we make more?

Sure, but this time,

you're gonna do the measuring.

All right, we need

1 and 3/4 cups of sugar,

but the one cup

is being used,

so we'll use

seven quarters cups

because four quarters

is the same as one.

Is that like fractions?

I don't get

all this math stuff.

It's easy. It's just different

ways of saying the same thing.

So one cookie

is the same as two halves,

which is the same

as four quarters, see?

That is pretty easy.

So if I have two quarters...

- that makes a half.

- Yes.

And if I add one more quarter,

that makes three quarters.

And just one more quarter...

- makes a whole.

- You got it.

If I add another three quarters,

that would make...

Okay, that's enough math,

you little sugar monster.

It's almost dinnertime.

A toast.

To the future of Winshire.

To us.

Miss Evans and I

made Christmas cookies.

- Who wants one?

- I do.

Mmm! Delicious.

Don't you want one,

Lady Celia?

Of course I do.

Miss Evans' family recipe.

Is there no end

to her talents?

There most definitely is.

Well, you certainly

have a way with children.

Thank you.

Well, perhaps you have some

advice for Maximillian and I.

After all, we do plan on having

a few of our own, don't we?

I doubt I have much to add.

Miss Evans says that you

should never yell at a child.

If you're angry, just lean in

and whisper quietly.

It's scarier.

That was more of a joke.

Miss Evans says that good

parenting lies somewhere between

"Don't do that"

and "What the heck."

All right, Theodora,

I think we get the picture.

Oh, no, do, please, go on.

This is fascinating.

Miss Evans?

Well, I guess

if I had advice,

it would be always kiss

your children good night,

even if they're asleep.

Well, I think it's safe

to say that Miss Evans

will be very hard to replace.

Fortunately,

she won't be replaced.

Theodora won't be needing

a governess after the holidays.

Really?

Oh. You didn't tell her?

Tell me what?

Your father and I have been

discussing your enrollment

at Le Rosey.

You're sending me

to boarding school?

Nothing's been decided yet.

Theodora!

I asked you not to say anything.

We can't keep

replacing governesses.

- She's only ten!

- You were only eight.

I went to Switzerland

when I was Theodora's age.

It is a wonderful training

ground for young ladies.

And we can always visit,

and she'll come home

on the holidays.

I lost my mum.

Now I'm losing

my father to her.

You won't lose him, Teddy.

They're sending me away.

He's going to

forget all about me.

He won't.

You are pretty darn

unforgettable.

No matter how it seems

right now,

I promise you...

you are his crowning

achievement.

I know this is hard, but you

can get through anything.

Just like the Evans, right?

Right.

Your Highness.

Another Christmas Eve,

another gala.

Mm. This one will prove

unforgettable, I'm sure.

I think Lady Celia would be

quite happy with this.

That's my mother's ring.

And she would have wanted it

on Celia's hand.

It belonged on the hand

Theodora's mother.

Well, if you'd had a royal

wedding instead of eloped,

it would have been.

But let's look to the future,

Maximillian.

Believe me, I'm trying.

I can assure you

it's the right thing to do.

Happy Christmas Eve!

How's the king?

About to announce

his engagement.

He's proposing?

To Lady Celia of Luxembourg.

What? When did this happen?

Apparently

before they were born.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Gotta go.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

My mum used to brush my hair.

I think I'll use that

as my special memory.

Okay, tiara or no tiara?

No tiara.

All right, tiara it is.

You look just like a princess.

You've always been honest

with me, Fergus.

I have, yes.

Am I doing

the right thing here?

You're doing what's right

for your country, Max,

and what your father

would've wanted.

That's not an answer.

Then I'm afraid this is

one time when I am unable

to be honest with you,

Your Highness.

Maybe you could give

Lady Celia another chance.

I know you don't like her,

but, hey, you didn't like me

at first either.

Sometimes people

can surprise you.

But why can't you

be my mother?

Well, first of all,

I'd have to marry your father,

and we both know

that's impossible.

Why is it impossible?

He's better

when he's around you.

He's himself.

Theodora,

are you ready?

She is.

You look so much

like your mother.

I'm sorry, Father.

Why would you be sorry?

I know you don't like

being reminded of her.

Theodora...

it's her memory and you

that keeps me going.

But you never talk about her.

That doesn't mean

I don't think about her

every single day.

Theodora...

we can talk about her

whenever you want.

My father taught me

to keep everything inside,

but I don't think

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