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["Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" plays on piano]

[onlookers clap]

[Grace exhales happily]

- Was that okay?

- That was amazing.

Those chaîné turns might be better than mine.

Chelsea: Great dress rehearsal!

I'll see you all Friday for the show.

Dancers: Yeah!

- How'd she do?

- Incredible.

And she's really coming out of her shell.

Is she still having a tough time at school?

- There are good and bad days.

The social worker told us to be patient.

When you adopt a child later in life,

it can take some time for them to feel secure, so...

- Well, she'll get there.

My mother used to say, "Each day is a gift, wrapped in new paper."

- That is lovely.

This program has been such a blessing for our family.

I know that we're a little behind on tuition

but I just wanna assure you,

we'll be able to catch up soon.

- This is pay as you go for a reason.

[sigh of relief]

Don't worry about last month.

- Thank you, Chelsea.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

- Your parents had some really cool things.

- Thank you. After storage rates went up again,

can't afford to hold on to all this anymore.

- Oh, look!

It's little Chelsea.

Look at those front teeth.

- [laughs] Yeah.

I thought I'd lost this.

My adoption was finalized three days before Christmas.

This was the first gift I opened that year.

I bounced around to different families

for a while but when I saw this,

our first Christmas,

I knew I was finally home.

[sentimental music plays]

[tree rustles]

Rebecca: Who is this?

- That's my mother, my birth mother.

Is she wearing a wedding dress?

Oh, the necklace.

I wonder what that pin means.

- Yeah.

- "Our place, Havenshire, December 23, 1987."

That was nine months before I was born.

"Havenshire is part of a royal conglomerate of small,

sovereign countries near Luxembourg.

Including Concordia, Eldoria."

- Huh.

The man she's holding hands with,

he's wearing a wedding ring.

Do you think this could be your father?

- I never knew my father. I don't even know his name.

- Well, what about your birth certificate?

- My mother left that line blank.

- Why?

- I'm not sure.

I'd like to think she planned

to tell me,

one day,

when I was old enough to understand.

- Maybe this is where you could find your answers.

["Dance of Sugar Plum Fairy" plays]

[Grace exhales happily]

[audience claps]

- Woo!

You were all fantastic.

I am so proud of you. You worked so hard, too.

And getting to see your remarkable progress

has been the best Christmas gift I ever could have asked for.

- How about one more?

- Merry Christmas.

- Thank you. Oh.

[gentle curious music plays]

A plane ticket?

- Round trip to Havenshire along

with four nights' lodging.

Everyone chipped in.

- This is too much. I can't accept this.

- You do so much for all of us.

[teary exhale]

- I'll expect updates when you get there.

[exhales]

- I appreciate what you're trying to do but...

I can't fly halfway across the world so close to Christmas.

- Aren't you curious about what he's like...your birth father?

- I've lived in the same city my entire life.

He's never tried to contact me.

Maybe...just wasn't meant to be or maybe he's gone, too.

- But you could have siblings.

Or cousins. Or nieces and nephews.

All waiting to meet you.

- What if he doesn't want to see me?

- Anyone would be lucky to call you family.

You always tell me that every day is a new gift.

But Chels, in order to see what's inside,

you've got to unwrap it.

[Chelsea sighs]

[airplane whooshes]

[bright instrumental music plays]

[suitcase rumbles gently]

Chelsea: Hello.

Hi, um, excuse me, I'm looking for Claus?

- Oh, you've found him.

- Oh. - - Checking in?

- Yes. Uh, Chelsea Jones.

- Oh well, welcome to Havenshire, Ms. Jones.

You have picked a wonderful time of the year to visit.

Many festive things to do here in our little hamlet.

- Aw.

- They've even asked me

to play Santa this year.

- Well, with a name like yours,

I'm surprised they didn't ask sooner.

[Claus laughs]

Chelsea: Thank you.

- Extra blankets are in the closet.

Breakfast is served from six 'til nine.

- A lot of these events involve dancing.

- Dance is a large part of the Havenshire culture.

We joke that before our children learn to speak,

they learn to dance.

- Well, dance is just another form of expression.

- Hmm. I do believe you're going to enjoy your time here, Ms. Jones.

- Thank you. - Take care.

[gentle chiming music plays]

[indistinct chatter]

- Excuse me, do you know where this is?

[music intensifies]

Thank you.

Oh.

- Name?

- Oh, I'm not on any list.

- Castle is closed to the general public until December 26th.

- I'm not going to the castle.

I'm going to that building

right over there.

- All entry past this point is restricted

to the names on the last.

- [sighs] Please?

Oh, come on,

I...I travelled all the way from America

just to get to that building.

- Oh, that building?

Oh, of course! After Christmas.

[sad trumpet plays]

[upbeat "Jingle Bells" plays]

Guard: Trying to sneak in, are we?

- H...hi. Hi, I was,

I was just gonna help them with the tree?

- Merry Christmas.

Chelsea: And he wished me merry Christmas and he tossed me out.

Any advice on what to do?

- Hmm, with all the royal celebrations,

security is tight.

There'll be a lot of very important people there.

It will be hard to access that part of town.

- Well, I, I never back down from a challenge,

so I will figure out how to get past that gate.

- What publication are you with?

- Excuse me? - I have to hand it

to the tabloids, you are relentless.

Do the royal family really sell

that many papers that you'd risk your freedom?

- I'm not a reporter.

And I'm not interested in the castle or the royal whoever.

- Huh. See, most people would be pretty eager

to have a bit of time with the royal family.

- Guess I'm not most people.

I'm looking for someone.

But half the village is off limits so I'm stuck.

- Ah, I see.

[instrumental "Deck the Halls" plays]

- Well, they're playing my song.

Anyone on the dance floor, half off your Christmas cocoa.

[Chelsea chuckles]

- Well?

- You want, you want to dance?

- You want to pay full price?

Come on.

Let's see what you've got.

- Oh.

[music continues]

Okay.

[mysterious man chuckles happily]

Ooh!

Mysterious Man: Ah.

[giggles]

- Woo!

[music ends]

- Who are you?

- Chelsea Jones. And you are?

- Grateful for the dance, Ms. Jones.

[gentle "Joy to the World" plays]

[giggles lightly]

What do I owe you?

- It's been taken care of.

- "Guards change at 10 a.m.

Sneak past if you're quick"?

[gentle chiming music plays]

[indistinct chatter]

[Chelsea exhales]

[bell on door jingles]

[children giggling]

Instructor: First position.

Yes.

- Hi. Before you turn, tighten your stomach.

It's not a big movement. Keep it small.

- Yes! So much better.

- We have provided you with three instructors.

He sent them all the way. Myself included.

- There must be someone else.

- I have given you my very best.

There's no one left.

- What about her?

- Well, she's not one of ours.

Chelsea: I need to go.

- Well, who is she then?

- I have no idea. Ask her yourself.

- Excuse me, miss? - Oh.

- I couldn't help but notice you

and that young student there.

- Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to overstep.

I just wanted to show him some things I do

- with my own students. - So, you are a teacher?

- Yes, but um, I'm late for an appointment, so.

- My name's James.

I work for the royal family.

I've been tasked with finding a dance instructor

for Prince Phillip.

- Oh, thank you,

but I'm not looking for a job.

So nice to meet you.

- It is a temporary position in preparation

of the Christmas Eve gala.

We will, of course, pay the standard rates.

- I'm sorry, I'm only in town for a few days

and I don't even have my dance clothes or shoes.

And I've just missed my appointment

so I'd like to get back to my hotel.

- We'll cover the accommodation for the week.

Transportation to and from the castle.

As far as clothes, well,

you can purchase what you need with this.

- The castle?

So, if I teach the prince then I can go beyond the gate?

- Naturally.

- When do I start?

[hand claps on envelope]

- Hello again. Oh, that's me,

right there on the list. Yeah.

Chelsea Jones, J-O-N-E-S. That's me.

Top of the list.

Thank you.

[door clunks open]

- The dance you'll be teaching Prince Phillip requires a particular sequence of moves.

[Chelsea gasps]

There can be no room for improvisation.

You must adhere to a strict protocol.

- No improv. Gotcha.

Is that an original?

- Because of the lack of progress

with the other three teachers,

you will need to practicese every day.

- What happened to them anyway?

- They were removed from their posts.

Simply not up to the task.

Now, it will take immense focus and concentration.

- Oh, oh, sorry. Sorry. So cute.

Is that the prince?

- Indeed. Everything you need to know is in here.

- Okay, great.

Oh, these are just variations on the standard waltz technique.

This is gonna be adorable.

- Pardon me?

- Do we know who he's dancing with yet?

Will she be here too?

- This is not yet known.

It is, of course, an enormous decision.

Not to be taken lightly.

I will let Prince Phillip know you have arrived.

You may wait for him in the east ballroom.

- You have a ballroom?

- We have three.

You will be using the east wing.

You have the week.

It's up to you to succeed where others have failed.

Just down those stairs.

- Don't worry. Just leave the little guy to me.

[curious music plays briefly]

[gentle music plays]

[gasps]

Wow.

Hmm.

Mysterious Man: I see you found a way in.

- It's you.

- I thought you had no interest in the castle.

- And I thought you wore glasses.

Do you live here?

- I suppose we were both misled.

- Well, this is sort of a recent development.

I've been hired to teach Prince Phillip.

- Is that so?

- Yeah.

Apparently, he scared off

all the local instructors?

Oh, sorry, is he your son or nephew or something?

- Ah, there you are. Your Highness,

I'd like to introduce you to Ms. Chelsea Jones.

Ms. Jones,

Prince Phillip.

- We've met.

- Well, the clock is ticking on your lesson.

I suggest you not waste any more time.

- You're Prince Phillip? - It would appear so.

- Ah, so the photo in the hall?

- That was taken many years ago.

- Right. Huh.

Okay um, well uh,

I guess we can get started.

- Uh, no,

I won't be dancing with you today.

- It's true, I usually work with kids,

but I promise you, I'm more than qualified

to teach you these steps.

- Oh, I'm sure you are.

But I have no interest in learning that dance.

- But I was hired to teach you that dance.

- Indeed.

- And you're here for our lesson.

- Technically, yes.

- You won't be dancing?

- Now you're getting it.

Uh, you're welcome to join me in a game.

- Of chess?

- Naturally.

- Look, if, if you're not gonna dance,

I have somewhere else I could be.

- Don't feel bad.

The finest instructors in all of Havenshire

couldn't get me on that floor.

You stood little chance of succeeding.

- I'm not from Havenshire.

I'm from Chicago.

And I can be very patient.

[curious music plays]

[pieces clack on board]

- On guard.

Now, did you know, Chelsea,

that when you move into a position

to take your opponent's queen,

the gentlemanly thing to do is to give a warning,

on guard.

Well, you'd be amazed how many players

omit this common sense of decency.

- Is that so?

- But I'm a gentleman, see.

So, I warned myself. On guard.

- You know, it's funny. You're actually one of the few people

who will take a queen someday.

Will you say, "On guard"?

- Hmm.

Perhaps.

- I can't tell

if that's romantic or arrogant?

- Can't it be both?

[clock chimes]

Seems like our time is up.

- Same time tomorrow?

- Looking forward to it.

- We shall bring that report to parliament when they reconvene.

Merry Christmas to you as well.

- Hi, sorry, I think I took a wrong turn.

Or maybe five.

Oh, you're...the queen.

- I am.

And you are?

- Chelsea Jones.

- Ah...

the new dance teacher.

How's my son progressing?

- Well, it was just the first lesson.

- Hmm. My son can be quite stubborn.

- Well, fortunately, so can I.

- I am glad to hear it.

- They're...by the clock.

- Hmm? - Your glasses.

- Observant, too.

- Well, um, it was an honour to meet you.

I'll just see myself out.

- Oh, sorry.

Sorry, which way is the exit?

- Take a left at the end of the hall.

- Thank you. Thank you.

[clears throat]

Chelsea: Finally. Okay, Mom,

why were you here?

"Havenshire Museum of Art and Antiquities".

[doors thump]

[Chelsea sighs]

Of course I'd find it on a Wednesday at five.

[knock on door]

- Mother, may I have a word?

- Yes, of course.

I met your new instructor.

I had no idea James' search for a suitable replacement

would take him all the way to America.

- Huh, yes. Well, Chelsea seems very talented.

- And just how did you discern that

from behind your chessboard?

- I'm not sure that I see the need for these lessons.

- I think you do.

Our guests arrive tomorrow.

Have you made your decision?

- Well...

uh, that is why I need more time.

- And I've given it to you.

But there are expectations, Phillip.

It must be this Christmas Eve.

Who will she be?

[Phillip exhales]

[gentle music plays]

[chess pieces clacking on board]

[door opens]

Child: Me first!

- On guard. Hmm.

- Go right upstairs and get washed up.

It's almost dinner.

Oh, to be young and full of such energy.

- Are those your grandchildren?

- Well, no, my wife, Hannah,

and I foster Hans and Gregor.

They're brothers.

- Have you considered

adopting them yourselves?

- We would in a heartbeat.

My wife and I have submitted the paperwork

but the process has been difficult.

Apparently, there's some backlog at the agency.

[sighs]

There are many challenges,

but they are worth it.

- Now, who's winning?

- Well, me.

- Oh! - Also, I'm losing.

- Oh.

[Chelsea chuckles]

[instrumental "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" plays]

- May I ask what you're doing?

- If you can play chess by yourself, I can dance by myself.

- Touché.

- Besides, if someone walks by,

maybe they'll think we're really doing a lesson

and then I won't lose my job.

- You know, I'll happily double

whatever they're paying you.

Please, won't you sit down?

- I'm sure ballroom style is different from what you're used to but actually,

last night I read a quote from a chess grandmaster.

"If you wish to succeed, you must brave the risk of failure."

- Of failure?

- But you're not gonna fail.

- You're gonna do great.

- Look, it's not a matter of difficulty,

it's a matter of desire.

I have no wish to learn.

- Why? I mean, you love to dance.

In the pub, you asked me.

- Uh-uh, nobody knows

I was in the pub that day.

- Is, is it not allowed?

- No.

I'm required to travel with a security detail

beyond the castle walls.

But a man can only spend so long

under the watchful eye of others.

- So, you put on a hat and some glasses

and people really don't know it's you?

- No. Many indulge me.

It is exhausting to always be in the spotlight.

I require a reprieve.

- A reprieve where people

pretend not to recognize you?

- But I don't expect you to understand.

You're a dancer.

You flourish under the bright lights.

- I'm not some big-time stage performer.

My mother was a real dancer.

I'm...I'm just a teacher.

- Everyone in my life expects something from me.

I need something that's you know, mine alone.

- Well, why can't we have that here?

No expectations. Just two people dancing.

Disguise optional.

- Why are you here really?

Why did you have to get past the gates if you had no interest in royalty?

And what brings a dance teacher from America

to Havenshire in the first place?

- I'm looking for information about my biological family.

My mother died when I was very young but...

I found a photo of her from a Christmas she spent here in Havenshire.

And she was with someone, I think my father.

They were standing in front of a building

that seemed really important to them somehow.

Anyway, that's the museum beyond the gate. So.

- And if I don't dance,

you lose this job and any chance to discover more about it.

- Mm-hmm.

- Best reason I've had to dance yet.

- Okay, in ballroom dance, the most important thing is posture.

For the man, that's straight up and down.

Like a Christmas tree.

- Yeah, very good.

- Then the arms stretch out like the branches.

- Mm-hmm. - Nice and tall. Yep.

- I'm already quite tall.

- Well, that's okay.

How tall is the woman you're dancing with?

- That is as yet unknown.

- Well, you can bend your knees a little if you want,

but your top half should be upright.

Regal, actually.

- Phew, well I've got that down.

- And since we're doing a strict waltz, we'll remain

in this basic position the entire time.

- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah, that's good.

You've done this before.

- Just enough to be dangerous.

- Ah. Um, well, we can jump into the choreography.

- Okay. - Okay.

It starts with you

offering me your hand.

I step forward.

And in position, and then we sway, one, two, three.

And now on the three step, forward on your left,

and then one, two, three.

Very good. Now we start a spin turn.

- Mm-hmm. - Okay.

And...

Oh. Uh...oh, um,

it's called a spin turn but you don't actually spin me.

We actually spin together in that same position.

- Like this. - Right.

- One, two, yeah. There you go.

Let's try again from the top.

- Ah, okay.

- And don't spin me.

- No, okay.

- Okay, here we go.

And one, two, three.

Two, three. Oh.

[giggles]

[Queen Isabella claps]

- Wonderful.

Phillip: Oh, hello, Mother.

- Your Majesty.

- Well, it seems my worries were unfounded.

You're progressing quite well.

But there's no spin.

- Yes, Mother.

- Of course, Your Highness.

- I'm sorry to interrupt,

but our guests have arrived ahead of schedule.

Your presence is requested at the receiving line.

- Of course.

I'm afraid we'll have to leave it there for today.

- Okay, um, great job.

Hmm.

[upbeat "12 Days of Christmas" plays briefly]

Chelsea: Oh, sorry. I'm sorry.

- Come with me.

Staff members are required to form a greeting

line for the arriving guests of the royal family,

as is protocol.

[clears throat]

Chelsea: Who's that?

James: Tobias Celsbury.

The former Duke of Eldoria.

Havenshire's largest trade partner.

- Former? [shushes]

- Tobias, my dear friend,

I'm so happy you could join us.

- As always, Your Majesty, the pleasure is entirely mine.

Chelsea: And that?

- Gwendolyn Harrington, the Duchess of Concordia.

The Prince's dearest friend.

- All this fuss.

Do you ever get used to it?

- Merry Christmas, Gwen.

- Merry Christmas.

Your Majesty.

- Elizabeth Kent.

Daughter of a prominent parliamentary member.

- Hmm. Are they all staying here at the castle?

- Yes.

- Are there enough bedrooms?

- It is a castle.

- So, we just stand here in the greeting line and just like--

- Yes.

Silently.

- Thanks.

- Ms. Jones! Ms. Jones.

You left this behind.

- Uh, for you, in case you wanted to look at the choreography for tomorrow.

- Okay. Yeah.

Uh, let me walk you home.

- I thought you weren't supposed to go into town

without your security detail?

- Ah.

Incognito.

- Okay.

You know, your mother, the queen,

thinks I'm teaching you the dance wrong.

[Phillip chuckles]

Why did you keep spinning me?

- Well, I suppose that my desire for freedom invades even my dance lessons.

Or maybe it's just that spinning you is so much fun.

I don't get so much of that in my life.

- Fun? Or freedom?

- Either.

Don't get me wrong, I love my country.

I love serving my people.

- The castle seems really fun.

- Huh.

- I mean, that's what you dream

about as a kid.

Living in a castle.

They're magical.

- When I'm in the castle, I'm usually working on diplomacy or other matters of state.

Slowly, but surely alleviating my mother's workload.

Soon enough, I'll take over completely.

My mother's expressed a desire to step down.

- So, you'll become a king?

- Yes.

But in Havenshire, king is expected to be married.

Uh, did you know that there is an old Havenshire superstition

that if you put your Christmas stocking underneath your pillow,

that night you will dream of the one that you'll marry.

- Really?

- No. - C'mon!

- Hey, did you just push the Prince of Havenshire?

- Only because he deserved it.

[snowball thwaps]

- Hang on. No, stop!

I must defend a lady's honour!

[Chelsea yelps]

Some of that? Oh! Ooh, good arm, young man.

[all giggling]

I've got you.

Kids: Ow. Retreat! Retreat!

- Yeah, you'd better run.

[laughs]

That was fun.

- Tomorrow it's the castle Christmas breakfast,

10 a.m. Come.

- Isn't that for the guests?

- Yes. You'll be my guest.

Please.

We can't dance on an empty stomach.

- Okay, I'll be there.

- Great.

Don't forget this.

- Merry Christmas.

- Ms. Jones. What are you doing?

- I thought that's how you greet the guests?

- That was a chambermaid.

And this event is invitation only.

- Uh, yes. Yes, she has one.

- It's most unorthodox, Your Highness.

- Oh well, let me worry about that, James.

You look fantastic. Come in.

- Thanks.

- Chelsea, I'd like you

to meet Elizabeth Kent.

Elizabeth leads our commission

on monetary policy and economic growth.

- Wow. Uh, nice to meet you. Or uh...

- Are you with the American Consulate?

- Chelsea is my dance teacher.

Guest: Phillip?

- Ah, I'm sorry, I have to leave.

But please do stay. Enjoy the food.

We certainly have enough of it.

[juice burbles]

Gwen: Oh!

That's decoration.

- Oh, thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Would have been embarrassing.

- Oh, that's also decoration.

- Maybe I should stick to the waffles.

This is a waffle, right?

- Yes. May I recommend the Christmas entremets,

or my favourite, the clafoutis.

- Oh. I'll try it. Just don't expect me to say it.

[Gwen chuckles]

Thank you for your help. I feel so out of place.

- Well, we belong where we decide we belong.

- I'm Gwen. - Chelsea.

- Such a pleasure to meet you.

- You too. - How do you know Phillip?

- I'm his dance teacher.

- Oh. Oh, I do not envy you.

Phillip and I grew up together and I am very familiar

with his stubborn streak.

- Yes. [laughs]

- Are you staying at the castle?

- No. No, no.

I'm actually between accommodations right now.

I was staying at this inn down the road

but my reservation is almost up.

- Oh, well I'm sure we can find you a room here.

- Oh.

- I will talk to the queen.

- No, no, no, please don't do that.

- No, it's no trouble at all. - Uh, no, no. Uh...

- That was quite presumptuous.

- What?

- Seems she's making herself right at home.

She expects Phillip to propose to her on Christmas Eve.

- Oh.

Chelsea: This section ends with an over sway.

Come around this way.

Yes, the more stretch, the better.

- Mm-hmm. - Remember, stay tall.

- Like a Christmas tree.

- Yeah. Beautiful.

- That's what I was going to say.

- Water break?

- Yes. - Yes, great.

- Oh, thank you. - You're welcome.

- You know, it is taking every ounce of my self-restraint not

to run and slide across this floor. [chuckles]

Oh well, surely you've slid across this floor

- in socks at some point? - No.

- What, not even as a kid?

Oh, come on!

Ballroom floors are the best for sliding,

and this one has just the right smoothness.

- Believe it or not, there is a protocol for how one walks

through public areas of the castle.

No running, and definitely no sliding.

- No fun or freedom?

- Exactly.

- How was the breakfast?

I'm so sorry that I couldn't

spend more time with you.

- I met Gwen.

She is, she's amazing.

She's beautiful and she's so nice.

Congratulations.

How long have you been together?

- Oh no. No, we're not.

- Oh um, sorry, I thought I heard...

- That I was going to propose?

Yeah. That is a possibility.

- I'm lost.

- It's complicated.

- Ah, sorry, you don't have to tell me.

- No, no, no, it's not that.

Would you like to go for a walk?

- Sure.

- The reason that I'm reluctant to learn the dance

is that it's part of a centuries' old tradition

that I've been putting off for many years.

After dancing with various guests throughout the evening,

I'm expected to perform that particular waltz with the person that I choose to marry.

At the Christmas ball, I will signal for the song to play.

- And the bells will ring and everyone will know my choice as the waltz begins.

- That sounds like the ball in Cinderella.

The prince dancing with ladies then choosing a bride?

- Indeed. It has gained the nickname the Cinderella Christmas Ball.

- Uh, but in modern times,

surely you would know ahead of time who you're proposing to?

The dance is just a formality.

Right?

- For generations now, yes.

- But you haven't chosen yet.

- No.

- And you will before Christmas?

- It is my duty to do so.

I have more to consider than my happiness.

My mother, she's earned her rest.

- And here, I thought you were just trying to get out of some dance lessons.

I'm sorry.

- No, don't be.

You have been a breath of fresh air.

- Oh, Tobias,

I am so glad you could join us for this momentous occasion.

- Has Phillip shared his decision?

- I am unsure if one has been made.

He has faltered every step of the way.

- Hmm.

Well, it's not a choice one should make lightly.

- I wed Frederick when we were teenagers.

It was the greatest success of my life.

- Not everyone has a love story like you and Frederick.

[bag thumps on table]

Phillip: Yet so, It turns out it wasn't foie gras all along.

My mother's face was priceless.

Are you all right, Chelsea?

- Who, who are they?

- Uh yes, this is the Holly Berry Ballet Company.

They perform at the castle every Christmas.

- Oh, would you excuse me?

- Of course. I'll get your bag.

- Thank you.

[clears throat] Um, excuse me.

I'm Chelsea. You don't know me.

I think my late mother might have been a part of your ballet company years ago.

She, she was a dancer.

Um...this is her.

It looks like she might have been wearing a Holly Berry Ballet pin?

- It's possible your mother danced with us as a guest soloist at some point.

- Um, the picture was taken in '87.

Were you a part of the troupe back then?

- No. I didn't take over until much later.

But we do keep records of past rosters.

I'd be happy to look into it for you.

- Oh my goodness, thank you so much.

- If your mother danced with the troupe,

she most certainly performed here, at the castle.

- Oh wow. Oh wow. [giggling]

- Morning. There you go, Claus.

- Good morning.

I am sorry we couldn't extend your stay.

Were you able to find suitable arrangements?

- Yes, I was.

- Happy to hear it.

- [chuckles softly] Thank you for everything.

And I'll see you at the Family Foster Santa event.

- Of course. - Okay.

- Oh, where will you be staying.

- The castle, actually.

Um, I know. Uh, I'm teaching the prince to dance.

It's a long story.

- Wonderful.

I thought you two

got on well the other day.

You never know what tomorrow might bring.

Each day is a gift from God, wrapped in new paper.

- My mother used to say that.

- Sounds like your mother was a smart lady.

- Um, see ya.

- Take care.

- Moving in, are we?

[Chelsea exhales]

- Oh, does this fold out into a bed?

- This is the sitting room.

- My room has a room?

- If you have any questions, please ask a footman.

I will be available after 2 p.m.

and I shall call upon you then.

- Thanks.

Chelsea: I think my mother toured with an international ballet company,

and danced here, at the castle!

- Really? - Yeah!

I knew she was a dancer

but nobody could really tell me much more than that.

- Uh, so do you think somebody

at the castle might remember her?

- I hope so.

- Okay, can we go back to the part

where you're moving in with royalty?

And is that normal for a dance instructor to move into the castle?

- Nothing about this trip has been normal.

- Phillip is a dreamboat.

You should go for it.

- Hey, back to the real world.

I'm gonna go ask around

the castle and see.

- You could totally be Cinderella.

No, no, Snow White.

- Goodbye, Rebecca.

[picture crinkles]

- Excuse me, does this woman look familiar?

[duster swishes]

The Holly Berry Ballet Company.

She would have been here the Christmas of '87?

Oh.

Here you go.

- I attend to countless guests.

The odds of me recalling a single dancer is slim.

- Can you just look at the photo?

You know, if you loosened your tie you might be a little more comfortable.

- Oh, why stop there? I could simply trade my uniform

for a t-shirt and a pair of flip flops.

- That's a tough look but I think you could pull it off.

- We have a dress code, Ms. Jones. It is --

- Protocol, right.

- Oh, they never get these right.

- Trade?

Do you recognize her?

- She does... look familiar but...

I couldn't say why.

- You probably saw her here, performing.

Her husband, my father, might have been with her.

- Do you have any memory at all? [crash]

- Uh, I don't. Sorry, I, I can't help more.

- Okay, I got this.

- Thank you.

Phillip: So, tell me, how's the search for information on your mother going?

- Oh um, well I've been showing the photo to some older staff members around the castle.

Nothing yet.

- Well, can I see the photo?

- Sure.

- Ah. What's your mother's name?

- Jane.

- She's very beautiful.

You have her eyes.

- Thank you.

She passed away when I was five so all I have left of her are a few photos.

And this necklace.

- Oh, it's lovely.

You know, this is Havenshire Museum.

- I'm hoping to find some answers when it opens Monday morning, so.

- May I keep this photo, just for tonight?

I'd like to show my mother. See if she can shed any light on it.

- Thank you.

Isabella: And she danced here?

Phillip: Hmm, we believe so.

Do you recognize her?

- Hmm. I'm not entirely sure.

But we have had many talented dancers come through the castle.

Including her daughter, your teacher.

- Indeed. [Isabella chuckles softly]

Ah, she's waited a lifetime for answers.

I hope to help her find them.

- She's important to you.

- As she's helping me,

I think it's only right that I return the favour.

- Of course.

[knock on door]

- Come in.

- Hi.

- Heading to the pub?

- No. Somewhere very special.

Would you like to join me?

- Sure.

Chelsea: This is incredible.

Phillip: It's almost time.

- What are we waiting for?

[shushing]

[church bells ringing in distance]

- Havenshire does love its bells.

Bells to signal my choice of a bride on Christmas Eve.

For generations, these bells have rung every night of Christmas week.

These bells, they, well,

they bring me peace.

Especially when things feel uncertain.

- They're beautiful.

- I envy you.

- Me?

- Mm-hmm.

You look at the world with such...

possibility.

While I steal moments

behind a pair of glasses.

[exhales]

I wish you had known my father.

He was kind and brilliant.

Ruled with such self-assurance.

Strong and serious. Huh.

And now, my mother, she leads with wisdom and grace.

The truth is...

the moment that I make my choice,

the moment I step out on to the floor for that dance,

I accept that incredible responsibility.

I will be king.

How can I hope to live up to their legacy?

I'm nothing like them.

- Why do you have to be like them?

- Well, there are expectations that come with being king.

Can't go to the local pub. You can't mix in crowds,

with or without a disguise.

- Is it so bad to mix with crowds in public from time to time?

- It's not proper kingly behaviour, I'm afraid.

Just, I don't know how I'd understand people's needs from afar.

You know, to hear bits of conversation,

hear their real concerns.

- It sounds invaluable as a leader.

- Oh, you'd never, never see my parents at the pub.

I just...

I can't shake the feeling

that I don't belong on the throne.

- Maybe you're meant to forge your own path as king.

- Apologies.

I don't mean to burden you with my problems.

- I don't feel burdened.

- That's because you're a wonderful person.

- Thank you.

[tender music plays]

- My mother, she said the woman in the photograph did look familiar.

But she couldn't shed any more light on it than that,

I'm afraid.

- I really appreciate you even asking.

- We will find what you are looking for.

I promise.

- We?

- You're not alone.

You know, I've never brought anyone here before.

- Well, thank you for sharing it with me.

And...for whatever it's worth,

I think you'll make an incredible king,

just the way you are.

[Chelsea chuckles]

[door opens]

- I'm afraid we're going to have to postpone our lesson tomorrow.

It's the Christmas Tree Christmas Tea.

- What is that?

Besides a mouthful.

- Well, it is just a little celebration

where guests bring ornaments with sentimental meaning,

then we decorate the royal Christmas tree.

- While drinking tea?

[chuckling]

- Yes, yes, indeed.

Will I see you there?

- Okay.

- Excellent. Excellent that's...

Well, uh, good night, Chelsea.

- Good night.

[guests chattering]

Guest: Phillip? Phillip?

Phillip: Ah, welcome!

So glad you could make it.

Guest 2: Phillip? Over here.

- Don't envy his position.

I'm Tobias Celsbury.

- Oh, Chelsea Jones.

- No need for such formalities, Ms. Jones.

- I just don't want to offend anyone

so I've been doing it to everyone I meet.

The footmen outside were pretty confused

but in my defence, their uniforms are very official looking.

- [chuckles] I hear you've made quite an impression

during your brief stay.

- Is that good or bad?

- Always good.

Sometimes the boat needs to be rocked.

- I'm, I'm not here to rock any boats.

- Hmm. You do remind me of the heroine of an Eldorian fairytale

my grandmother used to read me as a child.

Classic, yet unafraid to buck the system.

[Chelsea chuckles]

- It is so lovely to see you, my dear.

How is Edwina? It has been far too long.

- She's well, thank you.

She sends her best.

- Your Majesty, congratulations on a superb event.

- Why, thank you, Elizabeth.

- The Christmas festivities always have such profound

economic benefits to the community.

- That is a benefit, to be sure.

But Christmas reminds us to be the best part of ourselves, hmm?

A little kinder, a little more generous.

- Think we can all drink to that. [chuckles]

- That's an ornament.

- How are you enjoying the spread?

- Oh, it's great. It's great.

I just think there should be more labels.

Gwen: Phillip?

- Tough being the most popular guy in the room.

- Huh, quite.

Since this is an occasion all about ornaments,

I thought you might like to have this.

- You remembered.

From our walk.

- Well, I uh,

I'd better do the rounds.

- Yeah.

Chelsea: Elizabeth.

- Lovely party, isn't it?

- Oh, yes. Yes, very.

- Did you know Tobias used to be a duke back in his country?

- Yeah, what...what happened?

- He fell in love with the wrong woman.

There are expectations for people like Mr. Celsbury, and Phillip.

When they select a partner, they must consider what is best for a nation.

Mr. Celsbury made a selfish choice and it cost him dearly.

Phillip will not make the same mistake.

I've been taking a few waltz lessons of my own.

- Oh?

- I'll be ready for that dance

you're teaching him.

Enjoy the grapes.

Isabella: I am happy that you are progressing with your lessons,

but I worry you are becoming distracted from your objective.

- It's a relic, Mother.

All of this pomp and pageantry, for what?

[chuckles] A diplomatic alliance?

- I thought you were fond of Gwendolyn?

- I am. But --

- Ah. Elizabeth is a fine choice.

- She is not royalty.

- You know that Eldoria recently

opened its protocols,

allowing for established political families

to intermarry with royalty.

We have no problem with it.

Gwen and Elizabeth both have much to offer.

It is an opportunity for happiness,

if only you would embrace it.

- I will.

- You are ready.

- To marry? - To become king.

Your diplomatic instincts are spot on.

Your reform proposals have made a real improvement

with our domestic policies.

Why do you doubt yourself?

[inhales deeply]

- Why didn't you and father ever go out in public?

You know, just go to a restaurant? Talk to people?

- [chuckles] Is that what's bothering you?

- Sometimes I feel the need to--

- To put on a hat and glasses

and pretend not to be royal?

- You know about that?

- Mm-hmm.

- Ah. [chuckles]

- Your father was a very private king.

He didn't keep himself from the public because, it was the kingly thing to do,

it's just that he was more comfortable away from the crowds.

He...

and I have taken care of our people from afar.

You might take care of them from closer up.

- Forge my own path.

- Take courage, Phillip.

You're going to be just fine.

[gentle music]

[exhales]

- Phillip?

What are you doing here?

- Today's the day!

You didn't think I'd miss it?

Shall we?

[door clunks open]

- Another room.

This place is huge.

- What exactly are we looking for?

- I'm not sure.

- Ah, so we'll know it when we see it.

- Hope so.

You know? With every year that passes,

I feel like my mother gets further away.

My memories of her get hazier.

I just thought this might be a chance to connect with her somehow.

- Well, I mean, this is just one gallery.

There's so much of the museum left to explore.

[tender music plays]

- Oh my gosh.

- What is it?

Do you recognize her?

- Not her. This.

- Your pendant.

- It can't be a coincidence, can it?

- No, it can't be.

- This is it.

[both laugh happily]

- Wow.

- Oh, sorry.

- No. No, I...gosh,

I'm so happy for you. This is...

- There's no information on the woman's identity.

And no artist.

- Hold on. Ah, yes.

It says here that it was donated by a private collector.

Artist and subject unknown.

- Is there a theory on who she might have been?

- Uh,

it is unlikely to have originated in Havenshire

due to the style of the headpiece.

Not much more.

But I can certainly ask the board of royal historians to look into it.

- Thank you.

- That is incredible.

- Wow.

Do you think it could be my mother's mother,

or my mother's mother's mother?

And here I thought she was from Detroit.

- Well, perhaps she was. Maybe the necklace was a gift.

- Oh.

- And listen, before I forget,

I have made arrangements for the royal dressmaker

to stop by your room tomorrow before our lesson.

- For what? - The ball.

- I didn't realize staff was invited.

- Well, they're not. But you're special.

You are the...the prince's dance instructor.

You should see the fruits of your labour.

- I still think it's too much.

- But you deserve every bit of it.

- Uh, you know what? I should probably change for the Family Foster Event.

- You know about this event?

- Know about it? I'm in it.

[Phillip chuckles]

Would you like to join?

- Yeah, well it's not...royal family doesn't usually attend.

It's more for the people to enjoy.

Not an event full of pomp and circumstance, shall we say.

- So, put your glasses on.

[Gwen crying]

- Gwen?

Are you all right?

- Yes. Yes, I'm fine.

This week has just been very stressful.

- Do you wanna talk about it?

- Yes.

Phillip and I were born one month apart.

Did you know that?

Well, I came first and, well,

it's perhaps the only month where I wasn't tied to him,

in the eyes of our parents.

I've known the engagement waltz choreography

for the Cinderella Christmas Ball for years now.

There's just always been this expectation that we would wed.

- Wait, you don't want to?

- You must think I'm mad.

I mean, who wouldn't want to be queen?

All of these other women would trade positions with me in a heartbeat.

I know Elizabeth would.

I do love Phillip,

just as a dear friend.

- What are you gonna do?

- Well, if Phillip asks me to marry him, I, of course, will.

Bells will ring and we will waltz, and...

and it will be done.

It is my duty.

Thank you.

Thank you so much for listening.

How very kind.

- Anytime.

[children giggling]

- Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!

Thank you again for helping today.

- Oh, giving gifts has always been my favourite part of Christmas.

- Oh, a chip off the old block.

- Yeah. [both chuckle]

- Merry Christmas.

- Hello. Um, I'm Phillip.

And Santa is a really good friend of mine.

He's very, very nice.

- Oh, thank you.

- So, will you come up and meet him with me?

Great.

[crowd clapping and chattering]

- Oh! Hello.

- How charming.

- Thank you. - Are they yours?

- Soon, God willing.

- Claus, maybe after the event

you could tell Phillip more about your foster journey?

- I'd love to.

- Fantastic. Excellent.

Sure.

There you go. Merry Christmas.

Ah.

- I had to see for myself.

- Oh, it was a lovely event.

I'm so glad that I came.

And I learned quite a bit from...

from Santa, of all people.

- Have you two been good this year?

I have just a few candy canes left.

- Thank you, my dear.

- I have decided to increase funding

and resources to the foster program.

I think that should help a lot of these children

get adopted more expeditiously.

- That...that would be wonderful.

You know, today, these, these kids they felt like...

like they belonged.

Like they were a part of a community.

- I'm told they look forward to this event all year.

- Could you hold monthly events?

I'm sure the foster families would be happy to help organize them.

- I don't see why not.

Tobias: Well, I'd be honoured

to fund the May event.

In honour of my grandmother, who was born in May.

Always loved the blooms of that season.

I presume other guests might also be eager to contribute to such a worthy endeavour.

- Thank you so much. Thank you.

Oh, duty calls.

- Okay.

[curious music plays]

[socks swish on floor]

- Woo! Oh!

- Warming up for our lesson?

- I had to. At least once.

It's pretty fun.

Oh, but I guess that wouldn't be

very becoming of a prince.

- Ah, no. No, it would not.

- Yeah, too bad.

[shoes clunk on floor]

- Woo! [Chelsea laughs]

[Phillip laughs]

- Right? - Here we come.

[hands slaps] Oh!

- Woo!

[clears throat loudly]

[Chelsea clears throat]

- So...

- Oh, uh from the uh, yeah.

- Yes, absolutely.

- Okay, uh-huh. And...

[both laugh]

Chelsea: Oh, keep your feet on the floor a little.

- It's no good. It's not good. I just, I can't get the pivots.

They're beyond me.

- You know what? Let's just waltz.

- What do you mean?

- Well, you know the choreography.

I want you to fall in love

with the feeling of the waltz.

You know, it's free, unrestricted, like,

like sliding across the floor in socks.

- Uh, well, now that was fun.

- Let me try something.

- Okay. Free.

[record crackles]

- Just whatever you wanna do.

[majestic classical music plays]

Yeah.

[Phillip laughs happily]

You're pivoting. You got it. Yeah!

[record scratches off]

- Phillip, my father is waiting for us.

We were supposed to meet him for dinner.

- Yes. Yes, I am sorry.

I completely lost track of time.

- Better hurry.

- Until tomorrow.

- Yeah.

[Elizabeth scoffs] Phillip: I'm so sorry.

[calendar crinkles]

- This is all...too much.

- Just have fun with it.

- How would I ever choose?

- Try them all.

[regal instrumental music plays]

[chuckles]

It's uh...nice.

I mean, you know, it's nice.

- You don't look comfortable.

- [sighs] This is hopeless.

I'm not gonna put on a fancy dress and suddenly fit in.

- Well, the goal is not to fit in.

It's to stand out.

[knock on door]

- Ooh. Sorry to interrupt.

- Why, you look splendid. - Thank you.

- Why, I, I've brought you the book we talked about.

Thought you might like to read it.

I've bookmarked my favourite for you.

The story features a necklace.

- The one your grandmother read to you as a child?

- Indeed.

- Thank you.

- Well, I'll leave you to it.

- Oh thanks. Yeah, just a few more.

I've got my lesson with Phillip.

Oh boy.

- Let's do it.

Grace: Just the person I was looking for.

I have something for you.

- What is it?

- I didn't mention it earlier

because I didn't want to get your hopes up.

But many of our performances are recorded for posterity.

I had the director search the archives for your mother's.

She found it.

[Grace chuckles happily] - Thank you.

["Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" plays]

[Chelsea cries softly]

[knock on door]

- Hi.

Oh.

Is that your...

- My mother.

- Wow.

- Um, I, I need a minute.

- Of course.

- Sorry. - No, of course.

Take as long as you need.

[teary exhale]

[door closes]

- Now, there you are.

Are you okay?

- Seeing her like that brought back

so many memories I thought I'd lost.

- She was a beautiful dancer.

- Thank you.

For as long as I can remember, that's been my connection to her.

Even though she was gone,

I could always find her there,

in dance.

- You are the most extraordinary woman I've ever met.

- Oh, come on.

- No. It's...no matter what you think,

you are a real dancer, Chelsea,

and your mother would be very proud.

[record crackles]

[tender "Silent Night" plays]

Dance with me?

- Um, it's...

it's late. I should probably go.

- See you tomorrow?

- Of course.

Good night.

- Good night.

[lips smack gently]

[Chelsea exhales nervously]

[footsteps tap away]

[calendar crinkles]

[audience claps on video]

- Claus.

- Claus.

[keyboard key clacks]

- Claus? That's Claus?

Oh, my goodness.

[knock on door]

Uh, uh...

[plastic crinkles]

Oh, hi, uh, thank you. Thank you.

[curious music plays]

[Chelsea exhales sharply]

James: Ah, Ms. Jones.

I've been looking for you.

- What is this?

- Your compensation.

- You said standard rate.

- Yes. For a royal instructor.

Is this not sufficient?

- [gasps] This will fund my dance program for years!

- You did a wonderful job, Ms. Jones.

You have our deepest gratitude.

- Thank you.

- Oh, the ball begins in a few hours.

Where are you going?

- To see someone I've waited my whole life for.

- This is about the photograph you showed me?

- You do know something. I knew it. I knew it!

- It was many years ago.

And I'm not one to repeat unsubstantiated rumours.

- Not protocol?

- Good luck, dear.

- Mwah! [giggles]

- Hmm.

- Claus? - Chelsea!

- Uh, are you busy?

- For you, I always have time.

[chuckles nervously]

- Um, I uh...

- I had a question. - Hmm?

[photo swishes]

- Does this woman look familiar?

- Jane.

- Yeah, Jane.

- Well, it's been many years but, yes.

I'd know that smile anywhere.

- She was my mother.

- Well...your mother and the entire Holly Berry Ballet

would stay here at the inn at Christmas.

- She took the picture with my father who, who I never knew.

Is that...you?

- Oh dear, no. We were friendly. Nothing more.

Oh. What made you think it was me?

- Um, I saw you, um, in an old video after one of her shows.

You embraced.

- The Nutcracker dance.

Oh, it was her final performance.

She told me she'd made a very difficult decision

and would be leaving Havenshire that day.

I was to drive her to the airport.

- Decision?

Did she say what it was about?

- Just that it was the right thing to do.

- Do you know, I mean, did she say

who my father is?

- I'm sorry.

I didn't even know that she had married.

- I am, I'm so sorry.

This is so silly of me.

I'm, I'm sorry for bothering you.

- It would be an honour to have a daughter like you.

- [teary] Thank you.

- It's almost time to get ready for the ball.

[Chelsea sniffles]

Ms. Jones?

- Mm-hmm.

[door creaks open]

Chelsea: Thank you.

[door clunks]

Elizabeth: If we were to redirect just a small percentage of the annual budget.

- From where?

Something would have to be sacrificed.

- That's just it.

We reinvest the new profits,

directing the surplus back to the budget.

So, it is technically a loan, not a sacrifice.

- Wow. This is remarkable.

You are remarkable.

And I am going to leave this with you.

- Oh.

- Really. Wow.

Chelsea! Chelsea, there you are.

You're a difficult one to track down.

I was hoping that we could talk about last night.

- Last night was a mistake.

- Was it?

- Uh, this... this isn't my world.

I don't belong here.

- It wasn't a mistake for me.

- You have a duty that's greater than both of us.

Thank you for all of your kindness.

I will never forget it.

- Now why does that sound like a goodbye?

- You're gonna make a wonderful king, Phillip.

And you belong on that throne.

I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life.

And you're gonna do great tonight. Just,

um, don't rush those pivots.

- You live with such joy.

Thank you for bringing a little bit of it into my life.

- Keep finding those moments, okay?

[footsteps tap away]

[door shuts]

[Chelsea sobs]

[orchestral "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" plays]

[guests chattering indistinctly]

- Have you seen the news? - No.

- Photographs of you signing autographs in the marketplace.

- Apologies, Mother.

- No! On the contrary.

They are saying you will be the people's king.

Well done, my son.

- Thank you.

- And your idea for sponsoring

additional foster family events

sparked some real interest.

- Thank was Chelsea's idea.

- Was it? Hmm.

Very happy for you, my son.

This is a big night.

You're ready.

- Yes.

[melancholy music plays]

[music brightening]

[box creaks open]

[classical music plays]

- You're very well positioned tonight.

- Thank you. I've waited several years for this.

I have so many worthwhile enterprises that this partnership will facilitate.

- And...

Phillip is looking very handsome tonight, isn't he?

- Um, yes. Of course.

- Hmm.

- You all right?

- Yes. Fine.

- He has yet to signal the bells.

- He will make his choice.

Hmm.

[tender music plays]

[door opens]

[chess pieces clunking on board]

- Go ahead, make the move.

It's a little risky, sure, but if you wish to succeed,

you must brave the risk of failure.

[Chelsea chuckles nervously]

- Why aren't you at the ball?

- I could ask you the same.

- Uh...I don't belong there.

Oh, um, thank you for lending me this.

I love stories with happy endings.

- Hmm. Do you love him?

- What?

That's not even...

Doesn't matter how I feel.

And even if Phillip...

he should be with someone who's good for this country.

Someone like Elizabeth.

[sighs]

- Elizabeth is smart but kings have advisors.

She seems much better suited for that role.

- I didn't come here to cause trouble.

- Why did you?

[scoffs]

- To find family.

I...I never knew my father.

I think he took this picture here in Havenshire.

But it's been over a week and I'm no closer to finding him

than I was when I got here.

It's silly to think that after all this time.

It's probably for the best, right?

I mean, he would have reached out by now if he wanted to.

[sighs]

- Maybe he didn't know about you.

Your necklace.

So familiar.

Just like my grandmother's,

which I gave to the love of my life, all those years ago.

I couldn't believe they were one and the same.

She never told me.

She never said.

- [teary] It's you?

- I met your mother when she was here in Havenshire performing.

She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.

[Chelsea chuckles happily]

She smiled at me from the stage

and I knew I was a goner.

[Chelsea chuckles]

We were married on the steps of that museum, three days later.

- Three days?

- Yes.

We were young. And in love.

- The painting in the museum, that's of your grandmother?

My...great-grandmother?

- You saw that, did you?

I...I brought it to Havenshire. Donated it.

I suppose it was my secret way of keeping that necklace

at our special place forever.

- Why did things end?

- When I presented her to my parents, they did not approve.

So, I decided to follow my heart.

Renounce my title for her.

When I told her, she was upset.

She believed we were making a selfish choice.

Said that she'd be returning to the States

and that my place was here.

Your mother did not want to cause problems for me.

She did not feel like she belonged.

Do not make the same mistake.

Oh!

[tender music plays]

You'd better get dressed, my dear.

- We belong where we decide we belong?

- We belong...

where God puts us.

[tiara clangs gently]

[Chelsea sighs]

[envelope crinkles]

- "Dear Mr. and Mrs. Donner.

We have expedited your application for adoption and are pleased to inform..."

Hannah! Oh.

Boys?

We've got our Christmas wish.

We're a family.

[all laugh happily]

[instrumental music plays]

- I want to make a difference for my country.

- There are many ways to achieve that.

But what of love?

I'm sorry, uh, Elizabeth.

I can't.

[door closes in background]

[guests gasping and chattering]

[Chelsea exhales]

[Tobias exhales]

- Your Majesty,

I'd like to introduce my daughter.

[Queen Isabella gasps]

- Well, fancy that.

[soft regal music builds slowly]

- I was afraid you weren't coming.

- Have the bells rung?

- Not yet.

You look beautiful.

- Thank you.

- On guard.

- [chuckles softly]

It's all yours.

[curious music plays]

Oh, it...it...is this when...are we gonna...

- Yes. If you remember the steps.

- [laughs] Yes.

- I think my son has made his choice.

- A very good choice. Indeed.

- Yes.

[bells chiming]

[tender instrumental music plays]

- Huh?

[Chelsea chuckles]

[music crescendos to a climax]

[guests gasping and clapping]

- My queen.

- My king.

[applauding]

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