The Prince & Me 3: A Royal Honeymoon Page #2

Yeah, our being here

is a bit of a secret.

Just avoiding the paparazzi,

you understand.

- Ah. Nosy people.

- Yes.

Marcellus understands.

You have come to the right place.

No one will bother you here.

So, what can Marcellus do

for his king and queen?

Well, actually, there is one thing.

We had to leave our bags

at the side of the road by the airport.

- Airstrip.

- Right. Airstrip.

See, there wasn't

enough room in the cart.

You leave your bags

on the road?

On the side of the road.

Yes, seemed like

a really good idea at the time.

Do not worry.

I will send someone for them.

If the wild dogs or bears did not get

to them, everything will be fine.

Wild dogs?

Sorry, bears?

And it's your honeymoon!

How romantic!

I read all about it

in the magazines.

Now, I'll put you in the best room

in all of Belavia.

Come, follow me.

We have many facilities.

We have restaurant.

We have skis.

We have snowmobiles.

EDVARD:
Um... what

was this about the bears?

Is that just a rumor, or?

Oh, dear.

Our honeymoon suite.

Wow.

Nice, yes?

Yes, yes.

It's, um... really...

There's certainly a lot of...

nature.

Yes. Belavia is full of nature.

It's our national treasure.

And now for you,

our local specialty...

Brekikka.

Ah.

Thank you.

Thank you. It's very kind.

You 're welcome.

I leave you now.

Strong.

Sweet.

Uh, I forgot to say...

Thank you, King and Queen,

for staying at my hotel.

BOTH:
You 're welcome.

What do you mean,

they're in Belavia?

How could this be?

I've been trying

to reach you for hours!

I saw them

with my very own eyes

at my very own hotel!

But they're supposed

to be on an island!

I guess they

changed their minds.

They must know something!

- But how could they?

- Well, how could they?

Ohh! I deeply.

Deeply dislike them.

I am, on the whole, displeased.

Oh, I too, sir.

I'm displeased to my very soul.

Well, what can they do?

Nothing.

Nothing?

I have the prince's signature.

I'm going to call an emergency

session of Parliament.

They will clearly see

the value of these oil reserves.

Um... with all due respect, sir,

you 're talking about our dashing

young king and his charming bride,

the same beautiful couple

that makes headlines

on a daily basis.

If they discover what is going on,

we could have a problem.

Oh, no!

Oh, yes, sir!

Well, then, do something!

What are you suggesting?

I don't know! Keep them busy!

Perhaps I could distract them.

Yes. Distract them.

W-wait.

Oh. yes.

I have just the thing.

(beep)

(sinister chuckle)

(traditional local music playing)

(soft chatter)

It feels like Christmas, doesn't it?

It does, yes.

And considering it's a good

two degrees above freezing,

I believe a toast is in order.

My. How fancy.

Oh, quite fancy.

- I am a king, you know.

- Right.

To my gorgeous, brilliant wife,

who is quite the trouper

for putting up with her

sometimes cranky husband

and for finding us

some warmer clothes.

I don't deserve you.

I guess you 're just lucky.

Scott?

Sorry?

Scott?

Paige?

Holy cow!

Paige Morgan!

Hey!

- Scott! How are you?

- Good. Really great.

I'd ask how you are, but it'd be

kind of a dumb question...

Your Majesty.

Scott, this is my husband,

King Edvard.

Eddie, this is Scott Alberson.

King Edvard!

Just, um, Eddie.

Scott, nice to meet you.

We went to high school together.

Yeah, like, a million years ago.

It wasn't that long ago.

Well, let's see now.

Since high school, she's gone

to college, med school...

Oh! And become

queen of Denmark!

Scott, what are you doing here?

You mean, what am I doing

in a tiny little country,

middle of nowhere,

no one's ever even heard of?

Yes, that's what I mean.

Well, you know

I'm a journalist now.

I was in Lithuania

doing a travel piece.

Someone told me about

this amazing nature preserve.

Thought I'd check it out.

(Paige laughs softly)

Scott, can you do us a favor

and not tell anyone we're here?

We kind of just want to be alone.

Right. Of course not.

The... the press, you know.

Right! Alone!

Okay, yeah, I'm gone.

Seriously, I'm gone.

Nice to meet you.

- Eh, Eddie!

- Yo!

Good night, Paige.

By the way...

is it Dr. Paige now,

or Queen Paige?

It's... Paige.

It's still... just Paige.

Wow.

EDVARD:
Try to change

the subject.

- PAIGE:
Whoops!

- EDVARD:
Bags.

PAIGE:
I guess

the wild dogs got to them.

EDVARD:
Or the bears.

I'm so sorry.

We'll deal with it later.

Thank you, Marcellus. Good night.

- Good night, Your Majesties.

- Good night.

So, this Scott fellow...

was he, um,

a very good friend?

He was. I haven't seen him

since graduation.

Were you... did you...

date at all?

Eddie, are you jealous?

Jeal...? No!

- Should I be?

- Yes.

We dated in high school.

Right.

But you broke up.

I wanted to go to med school.

He wanted me to be

someone else.

Oh.

I think he's over it.

Mmm. Don't know.

Bet you 're quite hard to get over.

Well, between you and me...

Mmm?

I like you a lot more

than I ever liked him.

Yeah?

Yeah.

(sighs appreciatively)

(cock crows)

No, l... I'm just saying

that I don't look very dignified.

Maybe I should go back.

Oh, Eddie, don't be silly.

It's the only outfit I could find

that would fit you.

Besides,

you 're not a king right now.

You 're just a guy

on his honeymoon.

Yeah, a very silly-looking guy

on his honeymoon.

PAIGE:
Wow.

He looks pretty good.

Hey, guys.

Scott! Um...

Hi.

Whoa, Eddie, that is some outfit!

All right, that's it.

I'm going back.

I'm just kidding.

Come on,

what are you guys doing?

You up for a little boarding?

Oh, no. I'm just a skier.

I've actually never tried it.

Better not. Wouldn't want

to kill the king.

Well, actually,

I'm a pretty good skier.

- It's not that different, is it?

- No.

Oh... I don't know.

Aw, you don't mind, do you?

You can follow on your skis.

- Okay.

- Cool!

Let's go get you some gear!

Well... here we are.

This is it?

It's nice.

Looks easy enough.

You 'll be just fine.

Now, uh, remember...

keep your weight forward

and use your hands.

Right. We'll see you

at the bottom.

Yeah.

- (Scott laughs)

- And, uh, be careful.

Oh, I could do that.

Or maybe not.

Oh, boy.

Eddie?

Are you okay?

Ow.

Hey, come on!

Yeah, baby!

You sure you want to do this one?

I mean, we could always go back in.

First one down.

Ha ha!

Come on, come on!

(woman cries out

in distress)

SCOTT:
What was that?

What's the matter?

(woman cries out

in foreign language)

I'm coming, I'm coming!

Come on, come on, come on!

EDVARD:
Where, where,

where, where? What?

Through here?

- CHILD:
Mama! Mama!

- EDVARD:
Okay, that's okay!

No, no, no, no. Stay.

It's all right.

Don't move.

It's okay.

- It's okay. I got it.

- (child cries out)

Give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

(wood creaking)

(mother speaking anxiously)

- (child cries out)

- Wait.

Paige! Paige!

- PAIGE:
Got you.

- SCOTT:
Careful, Paige.

Come on.

(bystanders clapping and cheering)

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