The Young Victoria Page #2

And you are the next piece in the game!

Now go to England and make her smile.

Is this all the luggage?

- What if she wants to dance?

- It's your first visit. She won't.

- Your Serene Highnesses, welcome.

- Thank you.

I'm Sir John Conroy, controller of the

Duchess's household. This way, please.

The Duchess is in the drawing room.

- Ah! May I present her Royal...

- Hello.

I'm Ernst, ma'am.

This is my brother, Albert.

- We haven't interrupt your studies?

- No, not at all.

- How was your journey?

- Long, but not too bad.

We had books to keep us busy.

As matter of fact, I passed the time

reading The Bride of Lammermoor.

By Sir Walter... Scott.

Yes.

Do you want to come and meet Mama?

Of the modern composers, I suppose

Vincenzo Bellini is my favourite.

What a coincidence! So is mine.

Which of his operas do you enjoy most?

- No, wait, let me guess. I Puritani?

- As a matter of fact, yes.

I used to like it too.

Now I prefer Norma.

Dashy! Go fetch it! Fetch it, Dash!

Aye, aye, aye, aye.

- Have I offended you in some way?

- No.

And Schubert.

I like Schubert.

I think...

I think perhaps you don't,... but I do.

I don't mind Schubert.

Good.

Do you ever feel like

a chess piece yourself?

In a game being played

against your will?

- Do you?

- Constantly.

I see them leaning in

and moving me around the board.

The Duchess and Sir John?

Not just them. Uncle Leopold.

The King. I'm sure half the politicians

are ready to seize hold of my skirts

and drag me from square to square.

Then master the rules of the game

until you play it better than they can.

You don't recommend I find a husband

to play it for me?

I should find one to play it with you,

not for you.

Why don't we ring for some music?

And then we could dance.

I've recently discovered the waltz

and I am quite in love with it.

- Waltzing is not really my forte.

- Oh, dear.

What a shame.

You know the King wants me to marry

my cousin George?

Hmm.

What's he like at chess?

Victoria.

It's alright, Lehzen,

Albert can take me up.

You'll have to hold my hand.

Mama insists. I hope you don't mind.

Not in the least.

What did you want to say?

Only that I understand more

than you think of what your life is.

Do you?

My childhood wasn't easy either.

I lost my mother when I was a boy.

- I know. She died.

- No, er...

That is, she did die eventually, but...

she was sent away long before that.

There was some difficulty.

It was all hushed up

and... no one talks of it now.

But I know what it is to live

alone inside your head,

while never giving a clue

as to your real feelings.

Did Uncle Leopold

ask you to tell me that?

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