The Prince & Me 3: A Royal Honeymoon

(sighs heavily)

I know, Soren.

You don't have to say it.

We're behind schedule,

Your Majesty.

I need your signature

on these,

there are some RSVPs

you need to accept or decline,

and I'm a little concerned

about the calendar on your return.

Soren...

where is the queen?

Conveniently, she too

is behind schedule.

Move the interview to noon.

I visit the orphanage at nine...

I'm not changing that...

and I'll be back on Monday.

Still no word

from Copenhagen Hospital?

Queen Paige.

King Edvard.

I feel as if

I haven't seen you in ages.

You haven't.

You 've been a very busy king.

And a terrible husband,

making you wait this long

for your honeymoon.

I should be ashamed.

You should.

I am.

Couldn't get government

to shut down for me.

Then what good is it being king?

Precisely.

(Soren clears throat)

Pardon the interruption,

Your Majesties,

but if you do intend

to go on your honeymoon,

you might want

to catch your plane.

I don't think I've ever had

a Christmas without snow.

I think I'm going to miss it.

What, on a secluded island?

Ohh!

Eddie, I can't wait. Really.

It's just different. I've...

I've always had a white Christmas.

But the island's going to be great,

as long as I'm with you.

(Soren clears throat)

Personally...

I don't like the sun.

I'm fair, you see.

Yes, we see, Soren.

Thank you.

(excited chatter)

(excited chatter)

Oh, dear.

PAIGE:

Is that the prime minister?

What is he doing here?

SOREN:
Taking advantage

of a photo opportunity.

Probably wants

to come along.

Queen Paige, give us a smile.

- Your Majesty.

- John. How was your trip?

Exhilarating, Your Majesty.

Where did you go?

- On a tour of the north country.

- Sounds lovely.

But I'm delaying you. I only wanted

to wish you well on your honeymoon,

and to present my queen

with an early Christmas gift.

Oh, that's very sweet.

What is it?

It's a little guide to royal protocol:

Tips, notes, suggestions.

Thought I was doing pretty good

for a farm girl from Wisconsin.

I think the queen is doing

a wonderful job.

Yes, well, we all have room

for improvement, don't we?

Goodness knows your schedule

will be busy enough when you get back.

I'm hoping to start

at Copenhagen Hospital.

Oh.

I just assumed that your medical career

would be put on hold.

Being queen is not

a part-time position.

Well, it's lucky for us, then,

that the queen is so talented

and versatile.

Mm, we are lucky.

Well, Your Majesties.

If I may, Your Majesty,

at no point in the last six months

did I believe

you would benefit from a...

"how to be a queen" manual.

Thank you, Soren.

WOMAN:
Your Majesty!

Your Majesty, how did you choose

the Caribbean for your honeymoon?

MAN:
Will you be making

any other stops, Your Majesty?

Soren, who else knows

where we're going?

Apart from everyone?

I'm afraid the royal honeymoon

is rather big news.

What is it, Paige?

Eddie...

I just want to be alone with you.

Then I have an idea.

Soren.

(whispering)

Well, but, sir, what about

all my arrangements?

- Eddie?

- Shh. Surprise.

(whispering)

SOREN:
Very well, sir.

I'll alert the pilot.

Of course I got the monarch

to sign it. He had no choice.

The royal couple

suspects nothing.

They're off on their honeymoon.

And by the time they return.

It will be too late.

Good.

The equipment

is already arriving.

When you give the word,

my men will be ready

to take it all down.

(sinister chuckle)

Excellent.

Hello.

Shoo!

Shoo!

EDVARD:
It's a small gem of a country,

buried in the mountains,

under the protection of the Crown

for 350 years now.

A little behind the times,

but beautiful, remote, as you can see.

I haven't been here since I was young.

PAIGE:
Oh, it looks perfect.

I can't wait!

Belavia.

PAIGE:

Oh, Eddie!

It's beautiful!

Well, it's, uh... desolate.

Secluded.

Hmm. Perhaps we should have

landed at the main airport,

or at least arranged a... car.

I like the adventure of it all.

Do you know this is

the first time in years

that I've arrived somewhere

and wasn't greeted

by a parade or a band...

not counting Wisconsin,

of course.

How does it feel?

Well, kind of...

liberating.

No paparazzi.

No politicians.

No one to see me do this!

(Eddie giggles)

No one to hear me do this!

Hello, Belavia!

(voice echoes)

Except for the pilot,

about whom I completely forgot.

Oh, Queen Paige,

you 've done it now.

(both shrieking delightedly)

So, tell me again

why we sent that plane back.

No luck?

Well, they're all gone in there.

Early Christmas vacation, I guess.

And this... is useless.

Someone will be along.

We could literally

freeze to death before then.

Speaking of which, I'm not sure we've

brought the right attire for Belavia.

Those new bikinis of yours,

for instance.

Did you know that

no one will shake my hand

unless I extend it first?

I don't know why you 're

reading that thing.

Just learning how to be a queen.

- Complicated stuff.

- (horse whinnies)

Look. Look! We're rescued.

You must be joking.

You 're not joking.

Okay.

(speaking foreign language)

Hello.

Are you going into town?

(speaking foreign language)

I don't think he speaks English.

Hello!

Hotel? Belavia... you take us?

- (speaking foreign language)

- Yes.

(speaking foreign language)

Don't look so pleased

with yourself, Miss Translator.

What'll we do about the bags?

Uh, the bags...

can you take the bags?

(speaking foreign language)

(speaking foreign language)

Okay.

Okay, okay.

He seems to think it's okay.

Yeah, well, I got that part.

I suppose we could

send someone for them

when we get to the hotel.

(mimics foreign language)

(driver commands horse)

EDVARD:
Um...

Could we, uh... slow down a bit?

(speaking foreign language)

What's the international sign for

"Please don't kill us

in your small, brown cart?"

Eddie, look,

there's a wild goat.

We must be near

the nature preserve.

(singing in foreign language)

(both mimic singing)

Ho!

Ho!

Thank you.

This is great!

That was, uh...

PAIGE:
Goodbye!

EDVARD:

That was... that was fun.

Bye-bye.

(speaks foreign language)

Brrr!

("We Wish You

a Merry Christmas" playing)

- PAIGE:
Oh, wow, this is nice.

- EDVARD:
Great!

PAIGE:
Look at all the decorations.

Hello?

(brass bell dings)

Hey.

That...

is my great-great-great...

great-grandfather.

He was the one who put Belavia

under the protection of the Crown.

And that is the Belavian monarch,

Prince Georgiev.

(Paige gasps;

man speaking foreign language)

I'm sorry. You startled me.

Oh, English!

I think you give me heart attack!

I'm sorry. We were just

looking at the portrait.

And you yell in my ear.

I know.

I mean, I'm sorry.

Do I know you?

Um...

Uh... I don't believe so.

We actually

just need a room.

Yes, I do.

I know you.

Oh, my king and queen!

I'm sorry I did not recognize you.

And I said I'm having a heart attack!

I'm feeling much better now.

How could I not know

you are gracing my hotel?

Nobody knows.

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