A Princess for Christmas Page #2

- No he can't!

There is something you need to know,

the Duke's not very well and...

He'd really love to see

his grandchildren before ...

- There, I've said it.

- I'm very sorry to hear that.

I'll think about it.

It's the best I can do for now.

- No, thank you.

- I'll hang on to it then.

Goodnight, Miss Daly.

- Goodnight, Mr Winterbottom.

We miss you, sis.

I'm trying really hard

with the kids, but...

Milo just seems

so angry all the time.

Maddie needs constant supervision.

And now the nanny's quit and

the car's broke and

I lost my job.

I'm in big trouble.

I just wished you were here

to tell me what to do.

Maddie, look!

Isn't it pretty?

- Are we getting close to grandpa's house?

- It's just over the hill.

Welcome to Castlebury Hall.

- It's a castle!

- It's a mega mansion!

It's... it's a nightmare!

Kids, you can't break anything here!

- Who are they?

- I think this is the staff.

Let me introduce you to everyone,

they're all terribly excited to meet you.

This is Mrs Birch, the

head housekeeper,

who'll give you any assistance

you'll require, Miss Daly.

- Hi there! Just Jules is fine.

What should I call you?

- Mrs Birch.

And this is Abigail,

who'll be looking after Miss Maddie.

You're pretty.

And this is Floyd, the under-butler.

He'll be looking after Master Milo.

I have a butler? That's insane.

Actually, can I have Abigail instead?

This is George the valet,

Amy the chambermaid and Brian the footman.

Please, follow me.

- I like them.

- Yes, they seem quite spirited.

Enough chatting, go.

This is the great hall.

... in the Empire style in 1852.

We're not in Buffalo anymore.

The servants will show you to your quarters.

I shall go inform His Grace that you've arrived.

This way, please!

- Oh, that's slick.

- Yes, we keep it waxed.

It's a princess bed!

Cool!

Where's the TV?

It's beautiful!

- Welcome back to Castlebury Hall, sir!

- Paisley, excellent to see you again!

- Hope you had a pleasant journey, sir?

- Lovely, thank you.

Mrs Birch has laid

a fire in your room.

Thanks, Gibson!

Oh dear! We'll have to fix that straitaway.

Yo, dude! Hands off my hockey jersey!

It's a special personaly autographed

anniversary edition.

My bad!

We do have a fully stocked

library in the east wing.

I really do like to unpack myself,

if you don't mind.

- It's my job, miss!

- I won't tell.

If you insist. The dinner will be served

at half past eight,

and please, be prompt.

His Grace does not abide tardiness.

Mrs. Birch!

She's a quick one!

- Hi.

- Hello.

Sorry.

- You're Ashton.

- Yes.

I've seen you in pictures.

My sister was married to your...

To my... brother. Charles.

Sorry about your sconce.

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