Crown for Christmas Page #3

We use formalities here,

Miss Evans.

Sorry. Hi.

Carter, take the new

governess' bags to her room.

Yes, ma'am.

Follow me. I'm sure

you'll want to change

into something

more appropriate.

It's like a museum. Ooh.

Don't touch anything!

Sorry.

We adhere

to a strict schedule,

especially during Christmas.

Are you familiar

with court protocol?

I watch Downton Abbey.

Fergus will give you

a schedule,

and I'll have

your uniform sent up.

You won't see much

of His Royal Highness,

and I can almost guarantee

he won't see you.

These are your quarters.

This is all mine?

I wouldn't get too attached.

Chances are you won't

make it to Christmas.

Oh, my gosh.

- Your Highness.

- Fergus.

Welcome home,

Your Highness.

Thank you, Chancellor.

Where's Theodora?

I'm sure she'll be here

in a moment.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

Yeah, you'd better run!

Princess Theodora,

is that any way to welcome

your new governess?

Hello, Father.

Theodora.

Hmm.

I asked you to give her

a check, not a job.

She wouldn't take it.

Why not?

I believe she considered it

a handout.

I realize that she's not

the conventional choice,

but then again, we haven't

had much luck with convention.

You've always trusted

my decisions, Max.

Why don't I feel that

same trust right now?

I can't imagine.

Fergus, a moment, please.

Certainly, Chancellor.

I trust you had

an enjoyable holiday.

It was hardly a holiday.

Your hotel bill

says otherwise.

I don't need to remind you

that your popularity is down,

as well as our finances.

Well, I suppose

that's what happens

when no one in the family's

had a job for a thousand years.

Your father had no time

for frivolity.

Yes, I remember.

Well, now that you're back,

might I suggest that

we focus on Christmas Eve.

The gala would be

the perfect opportunity

for an announcement.

I'm not ready.

So that's the way

it's going to be, huh?

This is so weird.

I could've sworn I heard

somebody knocking on my door.

So weird.

Hmm...

- Boo!

- Hey.

Thanks for the snake.

I've given it some thought,

and I've decided

I don't need a governess.

Well, I don't blame you.

Lucky for you,

I'm not a real governess.

- What are you?

- A New Yorker.

Well, I don't need

one of those either.

You sure about that?

Because that snowball toss

out there was pretty weak.

Pretty weak?

You almost missed me.

Could you do better?

With both hands

behind my back.

Prove it.

No hands, through the door.

Yes!

Ow!

What's going on?

This is awkward.

I am so sorry.

Meet my new governess, Father.

Yes. We all saw her

yelling from the window.

Again, that was more

of a misunderstanding.

I believe we bumped into

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