All language subtitles for +A.Royal.Romance.In.Ibiza.2026

Off the southwestern seaboard of Ibiza

sits the ancient island of Es Vedrà.

People from all over the world have been drawn

to its healing energy,

experiencing peace, clarity, and hope for new beginnings.

"The King and Queen of Montrovere spent

their summers in Ibiza, enjoying the aura of Es Vedrà."

I mean, can you believe

that next year is a royal millennium?

How impressive is it that the same family have

ruled for a thousand years?

My family can barely handle who's bringing what

for Thanksgiving.

Who's your favorite royal, by the way?

Mace, just let him concentrate on the road.

Oh, yeah. For sure, for sure, for sure.

Mine's probably Prince George.

I think he is the perfect heir to the throne.

Oh, he's amazing.

And I think my second favorite is probably Prince Nicholas,

aka, the Bachelor Prince.

You'd like him, Boss. He is totally your type.

Tall, charming, handsome.

Actually, take my word for it.

Prince Nicholas Louis David of Montrovere

is everyone's type.

Nope.

My only concern is what a partnership

with the royal family can mean for us as a new brand.

I'll leave the royal obsession to you, Mace.

You've at least seen a picture of him, right?

He's all over the American gossip mags.

Really?

Doesn't he live in Europe?

Oh, you really do live

in your own little non-gossip bubble, don't you?

He's been living in America since he was about 8 years old.

His parents sent him to boarding school.

Ooh. Really?

And there is a method to their decision.

They sent him there to broaden the monarchy's image,

you know, to make them more relatable.

And it couldn't have been that bad

since he's been there ever since.

Hmm.

Is this an appropriate time for another boat trip,

Your Highness?

Antonio, please address me as Nico

when we're not in front of my parents.

Yes, sir.

Speaking of the Majesties, you can't avoid them forever,

not when you've promised to tell 'em your grand destiny

before the Royal Garden Party.

And that's exactly why we're here.

You know, I get my best ideas at sea.

Definitely, yes, sir.

But um, you should also think about your grand destiny.

Destiny.

All they care about

is their thousand-year-old traditions.

The grand destiny is the cornerstone

of the Montrovere dynasty,

the very foundation on which it stands.

So, I do hope you will at least--

Ah, it's nice to see you again, Your Highness.

Always a pleasure, Diego.

Thank you.

Hi.

Uh.

Oh.

I can't believe we're staying at the famous Atzaro Hotel.

This is where Rihanna, Shakira, and Kate Hudson have all stayed.

Eeeh!

Ooh, I wonder if we get to stay in one of their rooms.

What am I gonna do with you?

I read you loud and clear, Bird's Nest.

Five is perfectly safe.

Over and out.

I hate that nickname, you know?

It's not a nickname, Your Highness.

It's a code name.

And I suspect you like it very well when it keeps

the crazies from finding out where you are

and mobbing you in the streets.

Well, it's different for me here.

No one in Ibiza would ever do that.

Treat me like everyone else.

Refreshing.

Nonetheless, His Majesty has made it very clear

that even though the Royal Garden Party

is being held in Ibiza this year,

security is to remain as strict as ever.

Why did father decide to hold the party here

this year?

I mean, don't get me wrong, there's no place

I would rather be. I love it here.

There's gotta be a reason.

One could inquire about His Majesty's reasoning

if one were to attend the many scheduled audiences

with the Majesties.

Hm.

I can't face them until I've made my decision,

all right?

Don't look so worried, all right?

I get my best ideas at sea, remember?

Yeah. Definitely, yes.

We have our own living room.

And pool!

Oh, this is definitely where Rihanna stayed.

What happened, sir?

My uncle's land here on the island.

Sorry, sir?

I have a knack for knowing which business ventures

- will be successful, right? - Indeed, sir.

And I'm more myself here than anywhere else in the world,

- right? - Absolutely, yes, sir.

- But uh-- - I could build a luxury hotel

with a focus on health and wellness,

not just for adults, but for children as well.

This experience could be educational and enjoyable

and possibly life-changing for these families.

Can't you see it? There's nothing like that here.

It's perfect!

It's perfect.

Yes. Uh--

Call the Royal Villa,

tell 'em I'll be at that meeting after all.

Uh, but uh, sir--

Uh, the meeting with the Majesties

was scheduled for half past.

Then we have to go very fast.

We have time for a swim though, right?

Of course, I do.

Have I ever told you that you are the best boss

in the entire world?

Many times.

Seriously, being a part of this project,

it's a dream come true.

And not just because it is my literal dream

to meet the royal family.

Thank you for keeping me on as your assistant.

You know, with everything that Peter put you through,

I know that last year wasn't easy.

You and I, we're a team.

I couldn't have done this without you.

Plus, now that I've moved on from Peter,

I could learn from my mistakes

and create an even better company.

Heck, yeah!

Company rule number one,

never ever fall in love on the job.

Mm, risky move.

For a novice, perhaps.

Unfortunately for you, my love, I am not a novice.

Checkmate.

I trust you'll at least honor me with a rematch?

Oh, yes, I will.

Mother, father.

Nicholas, what on earth?

You've startled poor little Lulu.

Antonio, would you be a darling, take Lulu for tinkles?

Our audience was scheduled for half past, was it not?

Antonio?

It was, your Majesty.

Now, forgive me for interrupting,

but I have to speak to you both.

The Queen and I have moved on to some very important business.

If there's something you wish to discuss,

I suggest you master the art of punctuality.

Again, I apologize, but I just thought

the two of you would like to know that I discovered

my grand destiny this afternoon.

That's wonderful, darling!

Better late than never.

Yes.

So, what exactly is this grand destiny?

It's a Montrovere thing.

It's-- dates back to like, the Middle Ages.

Oh, fascinating.

But how does it work?

So, the firstborn royals are prepared to rule

from the day they're born, right?

Their royal destiny's pretty much locked in

from day one.

Okay, makes sense.

But the other royal siblings are expected to find

their grand destiny.

Okay. What is this grand destiny?

Okay, so the grand destiny is where the second son

or I guess any member of the royal family,

they choose an area of interest and then pledge

to devote their lives to it,

all for the betterment of their people.

It's kind of like, like a college major,

but for the soul.

I like that.

It's a beautiful tradition, everyone in the family

devoting themselves to a higher purpose.

I know. It's awesome.

You know, some, they choose education or art

or charity.

I think the most impactful in recent years

was Prince Nicholas I, the king's younger brother.

And what did he major in?

Hope.

He was destined to help others find their purpose in life.

Oh, and he built these beautiful churches all over the world.

Now, there is someone I would love to meet

at the Royal Villa.

He passed away, car accident.

He wasn't even 40.

Oh, that's-- that's awful.

But he lives on in the people's hearts

and the places that he built.

That's the magic of infrastructure.

Visitors could feel all the love and hope built into a place

for generations, and that is what it's all about.

Company rule number two, never lose sight

of what it's all about.

Now Uncle Nicholas always felt the land

on this island was very special, full of powerful energy.

And I remember visiting here as a boy and hearing his plans

to build one of his churches here...

but unfortunately, those plans died with him.

But the land here, it's-- it's just yearning

to be developed into something new.

Now, father, with your blessing, I would like to build

a wellness hotel for families of all ages.

Let me prove to you that I can make this work

and I will devote my life to creating spaces like this

in every corner of our world.

My grand destiny.

Build a wellness hotel on your uncle's land?

Interesting idea.

A good idea.

Such a good idea, in fact,

that I thought of it myself nearly six months ago.

Wait, what?

And interviewed all the top luxury developers

to select the perfect candidate to oversee the project.

There were two that stood out, both Americans,

but in the end,

we found that Dylan Harper's proposal

was particularly impressive, didn't we, dearest?

Indeed.

We expect it will be quite some time

before we can break ground.

Permits, zoning laws, regulations.

So in the meantime, we've invited Dylan Harper

and team to survey the land

and experience the beauty of Ibiza.

And of course,

to be present at the Royal Garden Party

when I will announce the hotel plans.

So that's why the party's in Ibiza this year.

Precisely.

In fact, they've checked into their hotel

this very afternoon.

Well, that's just fantastic.

Was anyone gonna tell me?

Perhaps, if you'd attended any of our requests for a meeting,

this wouldn't come as such a surprise.

Father, please.

You must put a stop to this.

Must I?

With all due respect, I don't need some American

who's never set foot on this island--

If this were truly your grand destiny,

you would not let your ego cloud your vision.

Dylan Harper is highly respected in the luxury development world.

You might learn something.

I expect you to be gracious and show them all the splendor

this island has to offer.

I'm not a tour guide.

You are my son!

And an extension

of this family's unrivaled reputation for hospitality.

Can I count on you?

Yes, father.

Good, good.

Now, if you have no further objection,

I'd like to restore my aura on the chess board.

This was such a great idea.

It's amazing in here.

Finally, I got you away from work,

although I wish I could get you away

from those sparkling waters.

Mace, you know it makes me feel uneasy

if I'm not in control.

Oh, I know, beggars can't be choosers.

At least, I got you out.

Are you gonna be okay by yourself while I take this call?

Don't be silly, go.

Let's get something to eat, then we get out of here.

Copy that?

Yes, mom, I'm wearing sunscreen.

Yes.

Uh, sparkling water, please.

Just sparkling water?

Yeah.

Um, excuse me.

Excuse me.

I'll have another one of those as well, please.

Aren't we a fun bunch?

I'm Nico, by the way.

Hi.

It's nice to meet you, Nico.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Uh, sorry, mom, I have to go.

So, you're an American?

Uh, yeah, and it sounds like you are, too.

Is that okay?

Yeah, and-- no, no.

I mean-- no, I'm not American.

But of course, it's okay.

It's just I've been relegated to play tour guide

to some clueless guy who just happens to be American,

all because someone doubts my abilities

to manage a new project.

Look at me, I'm confiding in a complete stranger.

It's not like me at all, I'm-- I apologize.

I'm sorry.

No, you don't have to apologize.

I am happy to be your first victim.

Confide away.

I suspect this Dylan Harper's only in it for the money.

I can spot these guys from a mile away.

Your Royal Highness,

it is an honor to finally meet you.

Uh--

Your Royal what?

This is awesome.

I mean, I'm in awe to be in the presence

of Prince Nicholas Louis David of Montrovere.

You're the bachelor prince?

Well, uh, the tabloids insist on calling me that,

but I really don't--

Your Excellence, may I please introduce

my esteemed boss, Ms. Dylan Harper of San Diego.

So, it seems like you two have already met, so that's great.

Yay.

So, you're--

Just leaving.

- Are you ready to go, Mace? - Oh, I just wanted to finish...

Nope, I'm ready to go.

I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other on the island,

Your Highness.

Oh, but I'm sure you could spot me from a mile away.

Good morning, miss.

My name is Antonio--

Antonio Graziano,

Royal Aide to His Highness, the Prince Nicholas.

Your hobbies include crossword puzzles,

attending the royal opera, and fencing.

Why, yes and uh, you must be Ms. Macey,

personal assistant to Ms. Harper and uh, royal enthusiast.

Guilty as charged.

It is a pleasure to finally meet you.

Am I correct in understanding it's just the two of you

that make up the visiting development team?

Yep, it's just us.

She does all the developing and you know,

I wear a bunch of different hats.

I guess you and I have that in common.

Indeed, miss.

I come bearing gifts, compliments

of His Royal Highness.

No way.

And I've taken great pains to learn your regular order,

so I trust they are prepared to your satisfaction?

Uh, you do know they sell coffee here?

But no tall double latte, no foam, extra hot--

With three pumps of vanilla.

Oh, you're good.

Is this his idea of a peace offering?

I can assure you, Ms. Harper,

His Highness had no intention of--

Thank you, Antonio, for the coffee,

but where I come from,

a sincere apology is made face-to-face.

I'm inclined to agree, Ms. Harper.

And uh, where is His Highness this morning,

dare I ask?

Ms. Harper.

Your Highness.

Did you receive the coffee I sent?

I did.

So, we're all good?

All good?

You did call me a clueless, money-obsessed American.

I make no excuses for myself.

I acted terribly.

I was upset that you were hired, I misjudged you,

and for that I am truly, truly sorry.

Okay, that's a start.

Start?

It's not every day a royal admits he's wrong, you know?

You know, when my brothers and I got into arguments,

we'd first apologize,

then we'd take it out on the courts.

Well, I've been out here all morning,

so I think it's safe to say whatever aggression I had,

I got it out hours ago.

Well, that may be true for you, Your Highness, but...

I just got here.

So, a game?

Right now? You're serious?

Do you object?

Well, don't you think our time would be better spent

beginning to work on our new hotel project?

Oh, nothing's more important than clearing the air

after yesterday.

Would you like Antonio to uh, get you some proper footwear?

Nope.

All good.

I must warn you, Ms. Harper, I've been playing tennis

since I was old enough to hold a racket.

Really?

Gosh, okay.

I'll try and keep up.

I'm just saying, there's no shame in losing

to someone who's studied under some of the best instructors

in the world.

Okay!

I'll keep that in mind!

What's going on over there?

They seem to be playing a round of tennis.

That's good.

Is it?

Yeah, it means they're making up.

Is that some kind of California custom

I'm not aware of?

It's a Dylan Harper custom.

They seem to be rather well matched.

Care to make things interesting?

Surely, you aren't suggesting

we engage in gambling, Ms. Macey.

Oh, gambling is far too strong of a word, Tony.

Can I call you, "Tony"?

Actually, I do prefer the name Antonio.

How about a friendly bet?

Loser picks up the lunch order.

I abhor picking up lunch order.

Everything that can possibly go wrong always goes--

Always goes wrong.

I know.

But wait, you're aide to the prince.

Doesn't the palace have its own royal lunch picker-upper

or something?

His Majesty's team is scaled down

when we visit the island.

Way, way down.

Offer still stands.

Loser picks up the lunch order

and the winner might even have time for a quick power nap.

I formally accept.

Oh, it's so on.

Oh!

Impressive.

None of those articles mentioned an illustrious tennis career.

Oh.

So you looked me up?

Stayed up most of the night learning as much as I could

after being so...

unprepared at our first meeting.

Although, something did occur to me after replaying my blunder

from last night.

What's that?

I wasn't the only one who didn't do their research.

Just because I didn't know you were the prince

out of context doesn't mean--

Oh!

So you admit it.

You know, I half expected you to say you lured me

into conversation as some kind of power move.

Lured you?

Uh, you were the one that introduced yourself first.

I suppose I did.

Touché.

You know what stuck out to me when I replayed

the night back?

Oh, should I-- should I brace myself?

No.

How much more open and honest you were.

Just a man alone in a restaurant...

instead of Prince Nicholas of Montrovere.

Should we call it a truce?

I'm Dylan.

Nico.

Nice to meet you, Nico.

Tall, charming, handsome.

Nice to see they've cleared the air.

Totally.

Love that for them.

And since His Highness was the player

with the higher score,

I suppose that makes me the winner

- of our little bargain. - Wait.

No.

Tony, a draw means that nobody wins,

which I guess means everybody wins.

Please, do call me, "Antonio".

Yeah, yeah, Tony.

Ooh, new bet.

He asks her out before the Royal Garden Party.

What?

Not a work-related outing or a business meeting,

but a real romantic stomach full of butterflies date.

That's madness.

They've only just met.

They were at each other's throats up until the last serve.

Backing down from an easy bet, Tone?

It's Antonio.

It's not Tony.

It's not Tone. It's Antonio.

Oh, pfft.

Listen, if you win, I'll give you a 100 bucks.

Huh.

Good heavens, Ms. Macey.

I don't gamble for money.

It's strictly forbidden.

Tony, Tony, Tony, Tony.

It's not like that.

It's just-- it's a wager between friends.

I don't want any friends.

Can we give you ladies a lift back to the villa to freshen up?

Oh, thank you, but there's no need.

His Highness was kind enough to provide us

- with our own car. - Okay.

Well, shall we meet back up in say, an hour?

Um, excellent.

Okay.

Dylan.

Good game.

You too, Nico.

Nico?

Someone's popular.

Yeah, well, service has been spotty.

It's probably just...

No way.

Let me guess.

The royal gossip blogs got wind that His Highness' backhand is,

uh, mediocre at best.

What is it? You're scaring me.

Um, it's-- it's Peter.

There's-- there's a profile on him.

It's the Valmeer Hotel.

What?

That's my property.

He said it would never get off the ground.

I'm sorry, boss. He doesn't mention you.

"Meet Peter Magnus, the man behind New York City's

new go-to for luxury, the Valmeer Hotel."

Peter can't get away with this.

He's punishing me for leaving.

But he was the one that made it impossible.

He left all of the creative work to you and then took credit

for your ideas.

You know, it's his own fault that you were forced

to leave the company.

He's not punishing me for leaving the company.

He's punishing me for leaving him.

It's been over a year.

Why can't he just let you go and leave you alone?

I guess we would've been married by now if I hadn't

finally woken up and saw him for the manipulator

that he really is.

Thank goodness you did.

My guidebook says that Es Vedrá has the power to heal,

to create new beginnings.

Maybe that's why we're here,

to show the world what I'm capable of.

I read you loud and clear, Bird's Nest.

Five has cleared his schedule for the day.

Five?

Oh, it's a code name that they've given me.

Oh.

Well, what does that mean?

Five.

As in fifth in the line of succession.

My older brother's the heir.

His three children come next, so that makes me five.

- Five. - I see.

Hm.

I'm kinda sensing that you're not so thrilled

about this code name of yours.

Well, a moniker that reduces me to a number

in the royal pecking order, what's not to like?

Over and out.

You seem to be rather preoccupied, Ms. Macey.

Oh, I am, Tone.

I'm just writing down all the things I'm gonna buy

with my 100 bucks.

Actually, my name is Antonio

and I did not concede to this bet.

"Did not concede."

So, you mean to tell me we're taking the entire day off,

gallivanting around like tourists?

Why do we think of it as a day on?

It's not such a bad thing to see the island as a tourist.

Remember, most of the hotel guests

will be out-of-towners, too.

Okay, I give up.

You lead the way.

Do we even know the way?

Oh, no worries. It's quite simple.

You just follow the trail.

It will take you straight to Es Vedrà.

You'll enjoy the ride.

Okay, let's go.

Go to see the horses.

Huh.

I suppose it isn't too bad,

though, it is a little touristy.

I must say you uh, ride as well as play tennis.

Thank you.

I grew up on my grandparents' farm.

Oh, the old traditional horse, tennis farm

that I've heard so much about.

No.

Tennis came later

when I found out if I got good enough,

I could get a scholarship to university.

Hmm.

That's funny, because I gravitated towards tennis

for the opposite reason, to avoid my studies.

You didn't like school?

Uh, sort of.

I was sent to boarding school in America

- when I was 8 years old. - Ooh.

Was that difficult, being apart from your family

at such a young age?

Boarding school was the norm.

For the first few years, my best friend

was a stuffed tiger.

Oh.

But then I really started to love America

and the freedom it gave me, so I stayed.

But isn't it required

that you have to live in Montrovere?

I mean, you are part of the royal family.

Yeah. Yeah, eventually I have to move back

when my brother's crowned king.

It's Montrovere tradition that the heir is prepared to rule

while the spare...

Gets to choose their own destiny.

Ah.

I guess that's a nice way of looking at it.

Plus, you had that really cool stuffed tiger all to yourself

and you got to live in America.

Yeah.

So it all worked out.

Yeah.

This way.

That's right.

Five insisted on the utmost privacy,

so best to survey from afar.

Over and out.

I wonder why the prince didn't ask us to come along.

Could it be that he wanted to spend a romantic day

with Dylan in paradise?

Are you youngsters always this nosy?

Asks the man with the high-powered binoculars.

So, Tone, do you have kids?

Yes, I do.

A daughter about your age.

Well, what's she like?

She's uh, full of life and always positive,

a real chat-a-box.

Nothing like me, clearly.

Mm-hmm.

Actually, you remind me very much of her.

Hmm.

She sounds absolutely fabby.

Fabby?

Fabulous.

For goodness sake, I'm being facetious.

My wife would agree.

)

Oh, wow.

There's something about that island that calls to me.

Mm-hmm.

Well, you're not the only one.

Many believe that Es Vedrà has the power

to draw you towards your destiny.

I must admit, I'm turning into a believer myself.

Am I allowed to know what you're writing?

I'm writing about the breeze...

and the smell it carries.

You can smell the breeze?

Anyone can.

You just have to try.

Or you could just listen.

Okay.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

What do you hear?

The wind.

It's almost musical.

It is, you're right.

You should try it sometime.

You might find it inspiring.

I'm supposed to write my thoughts and feelings

in this little book?

Yes.

You could call it, your "inspo book".

My inspo book, wow.

Yeah, you could write about how the music in the wind

makes you feel.

You sound like the royal psychiatrist.

Oh, okay.

How about, what does it remind you of?

Dancing.

I had an instructor who taught me the proper way

to dance at galas.

And I remember I would practice outside,

so my brother wouldn't see me and make fun of me.

That's great.

It is?

Yeah.

Hmm.

The music in the wind reminds you of dancing.

So?

So, we should dance.

Uh, no.

The-- no.

Oh.

There's no one else around, it's just us.

Yeah, well, my royal security is always watching

even when I tell 'em not to.

Mm-hmm.

Are you scared, Nico?

No, I'm not scared, Ms. Harper.

Don't make me laugh.

Hmm.

Let's do this.

Uh, okay, all right.

Mm-hmm.

Hmm?

Like this then?

Mm-hmm.

- Ooh. - Oh, wow.

You're full of surprises, Ms. Harper.

You can play a mean game of tennis,

drink sparkling water at a bar,

and you can dance on rocky terrain?

I've never met anyone like you.

Really?

But you're a prince, you meet so many people.

See?

Hmm?

You're a natural.

Hardly.

But as I always say, the essence of success is practice.

Hmm.

Mm.

We should go.

We should.

Uh, this way.

All right.

Oh, my uh, uncle's land isn't far from here.

You wanna check it out in person?

I'd love to.

Okay.

Who looks after the land here?

Uh, my father employs a caretaker.

I'm ashamed to say I don't know his name.

I don't get to visit here as often as I'd like.

It already feels like somewhere people could come to feel

at peace.

Yes.

A home away from home.

Yeah, this island's always felt that way to me,

as long as I can remember.

I know it may not look like five-star resort potential.

Oh, it's perfect.

I think so, too.

Do you wanna go to the beach?

The beach?

I didn't think you wanted to do anything touristy.

Well, you've converted me.

Ah.

I forgot my bag.

Uh, where is it?

I'll go grab it.

I think it's at the bar.

Okay.

- Thanks. - I'll be right back.

Okay.

Found it.

Hmm.

Here you go.

Thanks.

What's that?

Uh, we should go.

What does it say?

Nothing.

- We should go. - Don't do that.

Do what?

Don't leave me in the dark even if you think

you're protecting me. I've...

I've got this thing with control.

It's better you just tell me,

so I could help you solve the problem.

Please.

What does it say?

It says, "We don't want a hotel."

Oh.

Do you know who could have written it?

I have no idea.

I-- I should have known.

Of course, the locals are gonna be resistant to the idea

of a new hotel.

I mean, it could be just one angry caretaker.

Well, we don't know if we don't ask, right?

Yeah.

I got an idea.

I know you're a private person, understandably so,

but what do you think about us hosting a luncheon

at the Royal Villa?

I mean, this could show people how approachable we are

and how we really, really care about their opinions.

I think it's a brilliant idea.

Big developers rarely listen to the locals, right?

I-- I think it'd go down pretty well.

- Great. - Great.

Okay.

We have to figure out the first step.

- All right. - Right.

Yeah. We should be returning to the home base

within the hour, Bird's Nest.

Over and out.

Hello, Bird's Nest.

This is Macey Morrison, long-time listener,

first-time caller.

Quick question.

Would you consider a guy asking a girl out for ice cream

as say, I don't know, a date?

You don't have to answer that, Bird's Nest.

Someone has compromised the line.

Over and out.

"And when you're chosen by the island,

you're exactly where you need to be.

Your destiny awaits."

"Your destiny awaits."

Hey.

I think you two make a great couple.

I'm not a princess.

I don't fit into his world.

Yeah, well, Prince William didn't marry royalty

and now Princess Catherine is their greatest asset.

The people adore her and they will adore you, too.

This is all too surreal for me.

I'm here to just do my job.

Let's stay on track, Mace.

No fairy tales.

You sure?

Yeah.

You barely said a word, my son.

Is entertaining the American really that draining?

She's different than I expected,

I must admit.

I hear there's going to be some sort of luncheon

to educate the locals on the plans for the hotel.

It's bad enough, father, that you have me followed

everywhere by royal security.

Now they're listening to my private conversations

as well?

Careful, son.

If you have any questions about the new hotel project,

all you have to do is ask.

You don't have to resort to spying.

He has a point, my love.

Hmm.

Let's change the subject.

Brilliant.

The Royal Garden Party approaches.

Hmm.

How are preparations coming, my dear?

Oh, it's unfortunate that George, Victoria,

and the children are unable to join us this year,

but everything is well in order.

George isn't coming?

He has business to attend to at home,

but he sends his regards and thanks you

for stepping in for him.

Stepping in?

Well, someone must perform the King's dance.

Uh. Can't you two do it?

It is called, the "King's dance", after all.

King's dance is a royal tradition.

It must be performed by the heir to ensure an abundant harvest,

not your mother and I.

Harvest.

Father, you really have to update our traditions.

And in case you haven't noticed,

I am not the heir and I don't have a princess.

We have noticed, Nicholas.

And we expect you to perform your duty nonetheless.

It's not too late to extend an invitation

to Ms. Van Stratton.

And why would I do that?

Well, the two of you were the best of friends once.

We weren't friends, mother.

Amelia was my girlfriend until she decided

she wanted nothing to do with me and left.

And it's because of your history with Amelia

that she's already acquainted with our family traditions.

The Van Strattons have proved their loyalty

to the Montrovere crown for years.

It's just a dance.

It's not some life or death political move.

Everything we do is political.

Every gala, every banquet,

every dance is scrutinized and examined.

It seems you still have much to learn about

the responsibilities of being a part of this family.

Well, am I a part of this family or am I just some pawn

that the two of you move around on a chess board?

I don't care how old you are.

If you speak to your mother with that tone again,

I'll send you to your room.

Mother, I-- I apologize to you both.

I know what's expected of me and I-- I just want a chance

to-- to make this family proud without meddling.

Of course, my son.

No more reports from royal security.

Unless it's an emergency.

You have my word.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Your uncle marched to his own drum,

and he became a truly great royal.

It was quite fitting that we named you after him.

You remind us of Nicholas

more and more every day.

What is this?

It's your royal carriage for the day, Your Highness.

That's funny.

Uh, where's the actual car?

Well, this is the actual car.

But there's no doors, windows.

We-- we could travel in comfort.

Oh.

Mm.

Sorry, I forgot the royal cushions.

Hmm.

Now, will you get in and buckle up

before I leave you behind?

Uh.

Oh.

Feel safer already.

It's really, really beautiful, right?

Yeah.

Buenos dias.

Buenos dias.

Habla Ingles?

Yes, I speak English.

Uh, hi. I don't think we've met.

I'm Nico, and this is Dylan.

Hello.

What's your name?

I am Luis.

Ah, Luis, are you responsible for this land here?

Um...

Oh, no. You're not in any kinda trouble.

We just wanted to come and introduce ourselves.

We're um, we're...

We're here on behalf of the owner.

This land is owned by His Majesty, King Edward.

Yes.

And perhaps you've heard that he's approved plans

for a new hotel.

My family and I have been praying those rumors

were not true.

Were you the one who left the note yesterday?

Note?

I'm sorry.

I don't know what you mean.

Luis, we're planning a luncheon to address any concerns

regarding the hotel.

We'd really be honored if you could join us.

Gracias.

Attention, everyone.

Hello.

First, I would like to say thank you for coming.

It's been wonderful getting to know you

and to explain the benefits of a new hotel here

on the island.

His Highness and I are now gonna be taking questions

and answering any concerns.

Prince Nicholas,

I must apologize for not recognizing you

at the finca.

No, there's-- there's no reason to apologize.

And truthfully, I've always felt that

my royal title does more to distance me from people

than bring us together.

And I know that it must feel like the palace

always hasn't been here to listen,

but I'm here now.

Right?

I'm here now.

Okay. One at a time.

One at a time, please.

Okay.

So, Macey is taking notes.

We will have time to get to everyone.

Ibiza is booming.

We don't need another hotel.

It's beautiful for the guests, si, but where can the staff,

the locals even afford to live?

I know you're angry, but we can't solve

the housing crisis in a day.

Hearing from you is just the first step.

Ms. Harper is right.

Let us remember, this is the first time developers

have ever offered to listen to our side.

My family has tended to His Majesty's finca

for the past 20 years.

And in return, he has given us a home on the land,

while others have lost their homes or had to live apart

from their families for months at a time.

Have I worked this land only to see it become the very thing

that has caused so much pain on this island?

A luxury hotel for foreigners to enjoy at my family's expense?

Thank you for listening.

I continue to pray that a solution can be found.

Thank you, Luis.

Um, are there any more questions?

I have a question for His Majesty.

Well, I guess it's more of a comment.

Amelia?

My family and I have known His Majesty for years,

and I can assure you all,

if anyone can create a space to celebrate the wellness

of all people on this island, it's him.

Okay. Let's uh, take a break.

Enjoy some refreshments and we'll resume soon.

Amelia Davenport Van Stratton, a long-time friend

of the Montrovere family.

And they dated quite seriously a few years ago.

Dated?

She broke his heart into a million pieces

and now she's on the board of lots of the Crown's

charitable organizations.

Uh, I need a second.

Uh.

Ms. Harper.

Luis, please call me, "Dylan".

I want to introduce my grandson, Mateo.

Pleased to meet you, Mateo.

He has something he wishes to say to you.

I'm sorry?

But what for?

He has confessed that it was him who left the note on your bag.

Oh, I see.

Well, don't worry.

I understand why you're upset

and of course, I accept your apology.

Now, what do you have there?

Ah.

You and I, mm-hmm, we're gonna get on just fine.

Oh.

I give you my word, I haven't seen or spoken

to Queen Margaret.

And you're sure she didn't put you up to this?

No.

I promise you.

When I heard about the project,

I hopped on a plane to surprise you.

You liked surprises once.

Look, I'm sorry to catch you unaware,

but I must say, I'm glad I came.

You look different, Nicholas.

You seem so much more at ease.

So much more settled and confident.

Uh, it's flattering.

I've got a bone to pick with you, Tony.

If that's even your real name.

It isn't my real name, as I've said

time and time again, but you insist on.

We agreed we'd be hands-off on this.

What do you mean?

You're telling me Amelia Van Stratton,

the royal one that got away,

just happens to show up out of nowhere,

right when I'm about to win the bet?

Ms. Macey, I don't recall a bet being made.

And I had no idea of Ms. Van Stratton's plan

to visit the island.

So I'm as gobsmacked as you are.

"I'm as gobsmacked as you are."

Really, you're acting like a child.

Better than being a cheater.

I may be many things, but Antonio Graziano

is not a cheater.

Prove it.

I promise you on His Majesty's coronation crown.

Oh.

Um, well, I guess I owe you an apology.

Sorry, To--

Sorry, Antonio.

Apology accepted.

His Majesty was a wreck when Ms. Van Stratton

broke his heart, so I can't imagine

why she's come back after all this time.

You know, I may be able to help you find

what you're looking for.

Pardon?

A solution to the housing crisis here in Ibiza.

Of course, of course.

Um, yeah, so uh, what do you propose?

Homes in Hope.

It's one of the Crown's charitable foundations.

We partner with various communities worldwide in need

to build and improve housing for low-income families.

Yeah, that's right.

I-- I remember you were always very passionate about your--

your volunteering.

I'm president of the board now, overseeing all new projects.

Oh, there must be something we can do

for the people of Ibiza together.

Well, I would have to discuss it with Dylan.

Uh, Ms. Harper and I are managing

the development together.

But you're His Royal Highness,

Nicholas Louis David of Montrovere.

So what are you saying?

Only that, while I'm sure you're fond of Ms. Harper,

a prince need not ask permission

when it comes to seizing his grand destiny.

Well, there's a difference between asking for permission

and sharing information

when it comes to solve a common problem.

You really have changed.

What is it you want, Amelia?

Come to my villa and have lunch with me.

As friends, nothing more.

Please.

Don't let what happened between us ruin the chance

to bring affordable homes to this island

before it's too late.

Won, you won.

Running your tennis grift on little kids now?

Uh, he won fair and square.

Hey, uh, sorry about that.

Ms. Van Stratton's a-- an old friend of mine

and I wasn't expecting to see her.

No, there's no need to apologize, Your Highness.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, of course.

Why do you ask?

Uh, nothing.

I'm ready to start the meeting back up

when-- when you are.

As you wish.

Okay, everyone.

Um, shall we carry on where we left off?

Yeah.

Okay.

You sure you're okay?

Mace, I'm fine.

I don't know why you're so worried.

Well, Ms. Van Stratton flew in out of nowhere

just when you and Nico were finally starting to, you know?

Why would I care if Ms. Van Stratton is here?

His Highness' history with her is really none of my business.

You mean Nico, the man you're catching

major feelings for.

Don't be ridiculous.

And have never technically been on a date with,

even though sharing an ice cream is something

that I personally would think is very datey.

You're not making any sense.

Really, boss?

Does it make sense to never tell him how you feel?

Even if I did care for Nico,

I can't break our company's number one rule,

not when there's so much at stake.

That's the thing about being the head of your own company.

You can remake the rules or make new ones.

Like, always follow your heart.

If you leave now, you can catch the prince

at the Royal Villa before his jog.

How do you know Nico takes a jog?

Oh.

Right.

Finally, my royal knowledge has served a purpose.

Go get him, boss.

You're right.

Hello? Hi.

It's Dylan Harper.

Oh, Ms. Harper.

Hi.

What a surprise.

I'll buzz you in.

Okay. Thanks.

Antonio.

Sorry to disturb you.

I thought I could have a word with His Highness

before his run.

I'm sorry, Ms. Harper, but he has skipped his run

in favor of uh, lunch plans.

Oh.

With Ms. Van Stratton.

Hmm.

It's no problem.

I probably should have called anyway.

I'll show myself out.

Uh, if you are in no rush, just stay and have a cup of tea.

Are you sure I'm not in the way?

You're never in the way and always welcome.

How's the fish?

Um, it's excellent.

I remember you helped me reel in my first here in Ibiza,

the summer I joined your family here.

Do you still get all your best ideas on the boat?

I thought we were here to discuss the foundation.

We are.

I just didn't expect to miss this place so much.

I can see why it means so much to you.

I've already spoken to the rest of the board.

We're all in agreement.

There's room enough on the land for a luxury wellness hotel

and several of our affordable housing units.

It's a win-win.

We could break ground as soon as the end of the year.

Wow, I don't know what to say.

That's, that's incredible.

Great.

We have one condition.

Okay.

There's a projects manager we trust deeply,

so we'd prefer to bring him on board.

No, no, no, no.

I told you, we have Dylan.

She and I are doing the project together.

Oh, we would compensate to Ms. Harper

to the full extent of her contract.

But for a job as monumental as this,

we'd feel more secure with Peter Magnus at the helm.

He's brilliant.

Responsible for many of the top luxury resorts

around the world.

I can see you're quite loyal to Ms. Harper,

but Pete has three times the experience.

Pete?

So you're friendly with him?

I trust him.

Explicitly.

He only wants what's best for the project.

We all do.

Shouldn't the most experienced person take the lead

in a project as important as this?

Um...

Okay. Let me speak to the board.

Perhaps there's a way we can all work together.

Okay.

Thank you.

So I'll probably speak to the board this afternoon

and let you know what they say.

- Okay. - Okay?

- Thank you for coming, darling. - Of course.

- Okay. - Take care.

You, too.

Did you get the flowers that I sent?

Pete, they're beautiful.

I can't stop smiling.

Good, good.

So, you talked to the old prince.

When do I take over as lead developer?

His Highness wants to collaborate,

but he's very loyal to Ms. Harper.

I thought perhaps a compromise could be made

to involve you both in the project.

Pete?

So, you failed.

What?

You couldn't do the one simple thing

that I asked you to do.

Is that what you're telling me?

Pete, where is this coming from?

I trusted you instead of taking things

into my own hands.

I won't make that mistake again.

What are you talking about?

Why are you saying this?

I'll take her down myself.

Take who down?

Who?

Pete, you're scaring me.

I won't lose to Dylan Harper.

You can count on that.

I'm the wolf!

It is so beautiful here.

I think the King quite likes escaping the stuffiness

of the palace.

He, in fact, designed this as a wedding gift

for the Queen.

Aw, that's so romantic.

What was that?

My apologies, Ms. Harper.

It's probably just the security team testing out

the alarm system.

It's not serious unless it goes off again.

Red alert, Ms. Harper.

- I must ask you to come with me. - Uh, okay.

What is a red alert?

I just need you to stay calm and follow me.

Can you please tell me what it is?

I have this thing where I have to be in con--

Yeah, in control. I heard.

Ms. Harper, please, a threat has been reported.

What kind of threat?

Is Nico okay?

Do you even know where he is?

Please, no more questions.

This is serious.

Do as I say.

In an abundance of caution, I asked you to stay here.

When all is reported safe, you will be the first to know.

Okay.

Nico?

- Dylan, are you all right? - I'm fine.

I-- I'm worried about you.

Antonio said there's some kind of red alert.

Okay, just stay where you are. Don't go anywhere.

I'll call you as soon as I get back.

And uh, Dylan, I...

Um, everything is gonna be okay.

Okay. Bye.

What exactly did the caller say, Tom?

A message came through saying Ms. Harper should watch her back

at the upcoming Royal Garden Party.

She may be in danger.

And can the call be traced?

There must be some way to learn where it came from.

Whoever it is, they were savvy enough

to keep from being traced and used a voice modulator

to disguise their voice.

And how are we responding to this?

We've scaled the guest list down considerably, by 50%.

Actually, I've been meaning to speak to you about this,

Your Highness.

The local authorities advised us to cancel the venue

and possibly have the party at the Royal Villa.

They don't want to take any chances,

as our security system is the best on the island.

It just doesn't make any sense.

I mean, Ibiza's always been so safe.

Who could possibly want to hurt Ms. Harper?

I have to admit, it doesn't add up.

I'm not gonna risk her safety, no matter how many more guards

we have on duty.

Should we just cancel the garden party, my love?

We don't bow down to miscreants

who think they can threaten my son and his honored guest.

The party must go on.

But there must be a way to include um, Ms. Harper.

I don't want Ms. Harper anywhere near the garden party.

But your parents planned to announce the hotel project

and the King's dance.

It is tradition.

I'll just dance with Amelia.

She'll agree if I ask.

Not a word of this to Ms. Harper.

Yes, sir.

You've been gone for ages, so I assume it went well.

Oh. Dylan.

Here.

Uh. Oh.

Dylan. Come here.

Oh, God.

I'm fine.

You're not fine.

Hey, hey, hey.

Let's-- you and I just have a girl's night in, okay?

Oh, my gosh.

We can watch a movie, we can eat some popcorn.

We can pamper ourselves and we can talk about today,

or not.

Whatever you want.

Popcorn's the only non-negotiable really.

Mace, you're such a good friend.

Hey, I learnt from the best.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Oh, it's terrible.

- I'm so sorry. - It's terrible.

This is Dylan's phone.

Macey, hey, it's Nico.

Is Dylan there?

She's in the shower.

She was pretty shaken up earlier.

Really? - Yeah, really.

Well, I guess that makes sense.

Things got kind of intense.

Is there a message?

Well, I would rather tell her myself,

but just tell her that I called and-- and I hope she's okay.

Just so you know, Princess Genevieve is now

my second favorite royal.

My 9-year-old niece?

Yeah, good luck making my top 10.

Macey?

Hello?

Oh, so you join me for some fresh air.

At least someone can still stand to be around me.

Sorry, sir?

Long day.

For all of us.

What was Ms. Harper doing here before the red alert?

She dropped in to have a word with you, sir,

and uh, I just let her know that you had already left for lunch.

By the way, I received word back from Ms. Van Stratton

and she would be delighted

to accompany you at the Royal Garden Party.

Great.

Aside from the red alert,

my mother couldn't have planned this better herself.

I believe Her Majesty would much prefer to see her son

perform the King's dance with the woman he loves.

That obvious, huh?

I had my suspicions, but when I saw how desperate

you were to protect Ms. Harper, I knew I was right.

Just being with her is so natural.

It brings out the best in me,

makes me want to be a better man, you know?

And I know that that sounds...

It's rather wonderful, sir?

It is.

These last few days I've been floating on air,

but the red alert really brought me back down to earth.

I mean, you know, could I drag her into my world?

The constantly following, harassing, getting photographed

just because the family I was born into, I--

Maybe you just tell her about your feelings

and then let her decide what she wants.

I've thought about that many times...

but I'm not good at sharing my feelings.

No one in my family is, for that matter.

Hmm.

She once said...

"The essence of success is practice."

Your Highness?

Macey, hi.

Uh, I hate to bother you,

but I really need to speak to Dylan.

She's not answering her phone.

Well, she stepped outside.

Okay. Do you know where she might be?

I don't know.

She said she needed to clear her head.

Okay. I think I know where I can find her.

Thanks, Macey.

Nico.

How'd you find me?

I know you, even if you don't think I do.

Listen, I wanted to talk to you about the uh,

the King's dance.

It's a Montrovere thing.

Yeah.

I know the tradition.

I'm sure that Ms. Van Stratton will make

a suitable dance partner.

Don't do that.

Do what?

Presume to know what I'm looking for in a partner.

Listen, it's none of my business, I'll be--

Uh, okay.

All right, all right, just hold on a second.

Okay? Just listen to--

I think I heard enough yesterday.

Yesterday?

Even when the King and Queen wanted to include me,

all you wanted to do was ship me off the island

like I was your property.

No. Hold-- hold on. Hold--

Wait a second. Let me-- let me explain.

No. No.

I don't want to hear anymore.

I have spent long enough letting men make decisions

without even bothering to consult me.

I could take care of myself.

I'm-- I'm done.

Are you that desperate to be in control?

Excuse me?

That you would just break up with me

without listening to what I have to say?

Break up with you?

We haven't even gone out on a real date.

And how could we when we're being watched

every second of every day?

I don't know how you could stand it--

I don't have a choice.

Well, I do.

Have a nice garden party.

I'm sure you and Ms. Van Stratton

will make everyone proud.

It's almost time, sir.

I'm so sorry to intrude.

Macey told me you were here.

Ms. Van Stratton.

May I sit?

Um, okay.

Forgive me, I'm a mess.

I came here, because I thought you might understand how I feel.

Uh, what do you mean?

Peter Magnus.

At first, he was the perfect gentleman,

brilliant and attentive.

Showering me with gifts.

I was so flattered, I didn't realize he was using me

to get what he so desperately wanted,

your contract with His Majesty.

What?

Did you know it was between the two of you for the job?

No.

Peter couldn't accept that he lost

and I guess he thought he could use my position on the board

to get Prince Nicholas to reconsider him.

It was his idea that I come to Ibiza.

But I thought he truly cared about helping

with the housing crisis here.

I had no idea it was part of his scheme to steal your job.

Dylan, I'm so sorry.

I'm so embarrassed.

Peter Magnus burns through people to get what he wants,

and those of us that survive him,

we're not responsible for the evil things

that he does.

Dylan, it was Peter that called in the red alert.

To keep you from attending the Royal Garden party.

To delay the King's announcement of his project with you.

So, the red alert was about me?

Nicholas believed you were in real danger.

That's the only reason he wanted to keep you away,

to keep you safe.

But Peter Magnus can't hurt you from halfway across the world.

Especially in the police station

where he's being held on harassment charges.

Wha-- uh...

And the Majesties?

I've told them everything.

Oh.

They're so relieved that you're safe.

Nico...

he tried to tell me, but I-- ugh,

I wouldn't let him speak.

Dylan, I believe His Highness loves you

very much.

Ladies and gentlemen, friends,

Her Majesty and I welcome you.

In a moment, we will begin

the Montrovere Royal Garden Party,

as we have done for many centuries,

with the King's dance.

You look beautiful, Dylan.

Even better than I envisioned.

Thank you, Amelia.

It's because of you that I'm now here.

You're welcome.

And good luck.

Oh, I'll need it.

After the way I spoke to Nico,

I don't think he's ever gonna forgive me.

Oh, please.

He's been in love with you since your first night

on the island.

And unlike someone I know,

Prince Nicholas loves a surprise.

It's very unlike Ms. Van Stratton to be late.

Well, perhaps it's for the best.

I know that you're expecting a pair's dance, mother,

but there's nothing in a thousand-year-old rule book

that says it must be done with a partner.

You'd dance all by yourself in public?

We could never even get you to show your father and I

what you'd learned from your dance instructor.

Well, let's just say that I've mastered my fear

of dancing.

- Hi. - Hey.

Um, you--

Uh--

Go ahead.

I am so sorry I didn't listen to you.

I was just so afraid of getting hurt

and I didn't want you to see how much I cared.

Hm.

Will you forgive me?

You are so beautiful.

And I just want you to know that sharing a life with me

won't always be easy,

people constantly judging and watching.

And I can't even promise that there won't be more threats,

real ones.

I'm not afraid.

But I think it's you who should be afraid.

- Oh, really? - Mm-hmm.

Why is that?

Because I am so underprepared for the dance we're about to do.

And I feel nervous, and excited,

and totally out of control,

but for the first time in my life, it's okay.

It's okay.

Is it?

When I'm with you, it is.

All right, should we do this?

Yeah.

Here we go.

Aren't you gonna say, "I told you so"?

Whatever for?

Well, technically, you won the bet.

Ms. Macey, we've never...

I suppose love makes us all winners, wouldn't you say?

Oh, Tony, you old softy.

Hmm, why are you looking so mischievous?

Well, for a woman that likes to be in control,

you've been nothing but a surprise to me.

Hmm, is that so?

Now it's my turn to surprise you.

Should I be scared?

Wooh!

Aah!

You planned that.

Well, I didn't plan that...

but I planned this.

Antonio!