The Prince & Me 3: A Royal Honeymoon Page #3

There's certainly a lot of...

nature.

Yes. Belavia is full of nature.

It's our national treasure.

And now for you,

our local specialty...

Brekikka.

Ah.

Thank you.

Thank you. It's very kind.

You 're welcome.

I leave you now.

Strong.

Sweet.

Uh, I forgot to say...

Thank you, King and Queen,

for staying at my hotel.

BOTH:
You 're welcome.

What do you mean,

they're in Belavia?

How could this be?

I've been trying

to reach you for hours!

I saw them

with my very own eyes

at my very own hotel!

But they're supposed

to be on an island!

I guess they

changed their minds.

They must know something!

- But how could they?

- Well, how could they?

Ohh! I deeply.

Deeply dislike them.

I am, on the whole, displeased.

Oh, I too, sir.

I'm displeased to my very soul.

Well, what can they do?

Nothing.

Nothing?

I have the prince's signature.

I'm going to call an emergency

session of Parliament.

They will clearly see

the value of these oil reserves.

Um... with all due respect, sir,

you 're talking about our dashing

young king and his charming bride,

the same beautiful couple

that makes headlines

on a daily basis.

If they discover what is going on,

we could have a problem.

Oh, no!

Oh, yes, sir!

Well, then, do something!

What are you suggesting?

I don't know! Keep them busy!

Perhaps I could distract them.

Yes. Distract them.

W-wait.

Oh. yes.

I have just the thing.

(beep)

(sinister chuckle)

(traditional local music playing)

(soft chatter)

It feels like Christmas, doesn't it?

It does, yes.

And considering it's a good

two degrees above freezing,

I believe a toast is in order.

My. How fancy.

Oh, quite fancy.

- I am a king, you know.

- Right.

To my gorgeous, brilliant wife,

who is quite the trouper

for putting up with her

sometimes cranky husband

and for finding us

some warmer clothes.

I don't deserve you.

I guess you 're just lucky.

Scott?

Sorry?

Scott?

Paige?

Holy cow!

Paige Morgan!

Hey!

- Scott! How are you?

- Good. Really great.

I'd ask how you are, but it'd be

kind of a dumb question...

Your Majesty.

Scott, this is my husband,

King Edvard.

Eddie, this is Scott Alberson.

King Edvard!

Just, um, Eddie.

Scott, nice to meet you.

We went to high school together.

Yeah, like, a million years ago.

It wasn't that long ago.

Well, let's see now.

Since high school, she's gone

to college, med school...

Oh! And become

queen of Denmark!

Scott, what are you doing here?

You mean, what am I doing

in a tiny little country,

middle of nowhere,

no one's ever even heard of?

Yes, that's what I mean.

Well, you know

I'm a journalist now.

I was in Lithuania

doing a travel piece.

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