A Royal Affair Page #3

Where is the people?

Is there no one to cheer

the return of the King?

We thought Your Majesty

would be tired from the long journey.

I want to be greeted by my people.

Get them.

Get the people here now!

Otherwise I'll jump in the canal.

Do you hear me?

I'll jump in the canal!

A splendid idea, Your Majesty. A nice

swim in the canal would do You good.

Aha.

You really think so?

- Absolutely.

Shall we?

A little later, perhaps.

Come.

Can you believe that His Majesty

has terminated Reventlow.

The tutor who's been with him

since he was a child.

I think the new physician

is a bad influence.

He is said to be an amoral libertine,

who drags His Majesty to whore

Are you not spending the evening

with the King?

He is giving Doctor Struensee

a tour of the castle.

Struensee! You follow politics, right?

- It happens.

You must join me in the council today,

or I shall be terribly bored.

It is a rather harmless satire,

Mr. Guldberg.

To call satire that mocks the nobility

'harmless' is unfortunate.

What is next. The Court?

The King? The Church?

I am not inclined to put anyone

in prison for a poem about -

the size of a nobleman's derrire.

A fine and a year's ban

on publishing will suffice.

He has spent his apanage

for the entire year in only 4 months.

He will not leave us alone

till we respond.

As the letter shows, she was quite

pleased and asked us to give -

the Russian delegate

a token of our appreciation.

Extensive acreage

which is a forest area

If we don't, the people may

cannot allow primitive pirates

to humiliate our fleet.

What is it?

- Just sign it, Your Majesty.

Agricultural reform is

strikers to be thrown in

and our naval officers.

We have reached a decision.

They all think I'm crazy.

Hi!

What the hell is going on,

why haven't we heard from you?

It's good to see you too, Rantzau.

Brandt.

So, now we use first names?

What the hell are we doing here?

Aren't we good enough for Court?

- Come on in.

Rantzau! Brandt!

Your Majesty.

- I missed you. Welcome home.

Why does Copenhagen reek of sh*t?

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t I have the smell

of sh*t in my nose, sh*t on my shoes.

I am the King of Shitty Town.

Your Majesty,

have a drink with us.

Do you find it appropriate to visit

whorehouses and drink every night?

For everyone to see.

Your Majesty, the people don't mind.

- I'm not interested in your opinion.

Christian?

I apologize, Mother.

Why did I have to end up

with that boring cow?

The world is full of princesses,

and I got stuck with the grumpy one.

When she's not playing Queen,

she's in her room sleeping.

Perhaps she's ill?

Of course! She must be ill.

No one can be that boring.

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