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(Přepsáno pomocí TurboScribe.ai. Upgradovat na Neomezený pro odstranění této zprávy.) The sacred kingdom that you see, should the

make-believe become reality?

No scepter in your hand, you'll be

content with only me.

What is a song that's never sung?

What is a heart that's never thrilled to

being young?

What is a dream that can't come true?

What is my life to me without my

love for you?

If that sacred kingdom's ours to share I

could never wish for more Just two

subjects, you and me If alone,

together We would love forever In our secret

kingdom Far away, somewhere Your Royal

Highness Yes, what is it?

His Majesty requests an audience with the Princess

Incognita Please tell my father We'll be happy

to grant his request You frightened

her, you fool!

Wait!

Come back!

Come back!

Rainbows raced around the room When he danced

with me Shooting stars began to zoom When

he danced with me In his arms I

was ascending My world became a magic blending

Of dreams and hopes and love When he

danced with me Though this lovely night was

only a fantasy And I know tonight is

all there will ever be Dancing in his

arms forever My heart will never be free

Dreaming of the night Rainbows

raced around the room When she danced with

me Shooting stars began to zoom When she

danced with me In her arms I was

ascending At last I saw that perfect blending

Of dreams and hopes and love When she

danced with me Could it be that

she was only a fantasy?

Could it be tonight is all there will

ever be?

Dancing in her arms forever My heart will

never be free What is

that wretched girl?

Cinderella!

Yes, Stepmother.

There you are.

Why do you not come when I call?

I want a weak infusion of tea.

My head is fit for cracking.

Good morning, Mama.

Morning, Mama.

Bring the breakfast.

Immediately, Cinderella.

I wasn't able to sleep.

The excitement of last night.

Not on the bed, my precious.

You would have been amazed.

Your stepsisters were a triumph.

Had it not been for the late arrival

of that mysterious princess, I feel sure the

prince would have made his choice between my

two angels.

What princess was that?

Nobody seemed to know.

He seemed quite taken with her.

But then men always go for the obvious.

Oh, yes.

I mean, she was not that pretty.

Striking, perhaps.

But don't forget my breakfast.

Breakfast.

Think, Mama.

We were actually there at the castle.

Where you belong, my dear.

I wonder what the prince is doing today.

I'll tell you what the prince is going

to do today.

The prince is going to exercise his royal

prerogative for once.

Leave it.

No, stay.

I want you to hear this.

I'm sick and tired of being treated like

some village idiot.

I'm glad you stayed to hear that.

After all, he is the heir to the

throne.

Father, you're the one who treats me like

an idiot.

You arrange a bride-finding ball.

Against my better judgment, I fall in with

your plans.

I play my part.

I greet.

I'm polite.

I dance with.

I flatter.

I conceal my boredom from half a dozen

twittering maidens of blue blood.

In short, I fulfill my side of the

bargain.

True, I can't fault him there.

And then by some miracle, I find the

lady of my choice.

And what happens?

You frighten her away.

A search has been made, Your Royal Highness.

It is being made, even as we speak.

Our police.

Our police, Father, couldn't find a missing haystack,

let alone a needle.

How could she disappear without a trace?

Do we not have frontiers, customs posts, guards?

We have customs, of course.

Valuable source of revenue.

And most people say that our policemen are

wonderful.

This is apparently the only clue we have,

and I found this.

Remarkably, don't you?

Exactly.

It's unique.

Like its vanished owner.

Therefore, we must use it.

Whoever fits the slipper must fit the bill.

He's right.

He's right.

Whoever fits this slipper shall marry my son.

Your Majesty, you have solved the problem.

Quite so.

Now we must act.

You must act.

This slipper must be taken to every stranger

of note in the land.

Yes, it really is very dainty.

The young lady arrived incognito, but must obviously

be of some consequence.

She cannot remain unknown forever.

A proclamation is required, sir.

Draft it immediately, albeit known that it is

our royal will to find the owner of

this charming, half the size of your mother's,

this glass slipper, et cetera, et cetera.

You'd better take it with you.

It's very disturbing.

I'm proud of you, Edward.

By royal command of His Majesty the King,

know this, that whosoever shall try on this

slipper and find it a perfect fit, then,

by royal decree, she shall be given in

marriage to His Royal Highness, the Prince Edward

of Euphramia, heir to the throne.

God save the King.

Push, push.

I'm pushing, Mama.

It doesn't fit.

Let me try.

Now, push hard.

Push.

Have you found her?

Any sign of her at all?

Have you?

I don't care what anyone says.

I know she exists.

The slipper will remain there as a monument

to my lost love.

How absurd life is.

Down there, everything is so simple.

People meet, fall in love, marry and have

children.

I dare say they envy me here.

I'm told envy of princes is a common

enough thing.

Three months, six days, ten hours.

That's how long it's been since last I

saw her.

What torture love is.

Yes.

Oh, how selfish of me.

Forgive me, John.

Have you seen your Lady Caroline?

Oh, yes.

Infrequently.

What torture love is.

You see, sir, if my father were a

Chancellor, how easy it would be.

The lovely Lady Caroline would be a proper

wife, you see.

But my father was a servant and my

mother same as he.

So the lady of my choosing is a

world away from me.

That's how it is and how it was

and how it always shall be.

Position and positioning are socially conditioning.

How you're born, how you're bred, predetermine who

you wed.

Which means there's nothing changeable, nothing's rearrangeable.

Position and positioning are everything in life.

Farmers' daughters marry cowherds, that's acceptable and right.

Yes.

But absurd and quite unheard of is a

milkmaid and a knight.

I quite agree.

He quite agrees.

He quite agrees.

That's how it always shall be.

Position and positioning are socially conditioning.

People high, people low, keep the state of

status quo.

Which means there's nothing changeable, nothing's rearrangeable.

Position and positioning are everything in life.

When a lad first joins the army, this

is what he learns for starters.

Never court your colonel's daughter or he'll have

your guts for garters.

That's how it is and how it was

and how it always shall be.

Oh, position and positioning are socially conditioning.

How you dress and fold your head, predetermine

who you wed.

Which means there's nothing changeable, nothing's rearrangeable.

Position and positioning are everything in life.

All the servants in a castle, they reflect

the world outside.

They have rank and they have station and

adhere to them with pride.

All the staff that work below stairs may

have dreams to work above.

But they're locked in their positions by tradition's

iron glove.

That's how it is and how it was

and how it always shall be.

We know our place and happily we bow

and scrape and bend our knee.

But woe betide the woe-begone who try

to join our echelon.

For privilege is not, you see, confined to

just the royalty.

Behind these doors, I might suggest, I'm similarly

blissed.

Yes, position and positioning are socially conditioning.

Though you work your life away, where you

start is where you stay.

Which means there's nothing changeable, nothing's rearrangeable.

Position and positioning are everything in life.

All the servants in a castle, they reflect

the world outside.

But woe betide the woe-begone who try

to join our echelon.

For privilege is not, you see, confined to

just the royalty.

Behind these doors, I might suggest, I'm similarly

blissed.

Socially conditioning.

Though you work your life away, where you

start is where you stay.

Which means there's nothing changeable, nothing's rearrangeable.

Position and positioning are everything in life.

Everything in life.

Everything in life, life, life, life, life, life,

life, life.

That's how it is.

And how it was.

And how it always shall be.

All right, you've convinced me.

But I shall prove you wrong.

For princes, when convinced, take advantage of their

position.

I can't think I ever did something about

it before.

About what?

Wait, and all will be revealed.

Neil.

What, of me?

I command it.

I dub thee, as is my privilege so

to do, a Knight of the Order of

St. David.

Arise, Sir John.

As a Knight of the Realm, you can

now claim the hand of the Fair Lady

Caroline, which is fortunate for you, but which,

alas, leaves me without a companion at arms.

What's your name?

Oh, Willoughby, Your Royal Highness.

Can he not answer for himself?

It's not his position, you see.

Ah, true.

But it will be.

I shall elevate you too, Willoughby.

From henceforth, you are my personal companion at

arms, with all the privileges such office bestows.

You need a sword.

Here.

Take mine.

It goes the other way around helping, will

you?

Well, that's a good morning's work.

Congratulations, Willoughby.

And congratulations to you too, Sir John.

What can I say?

Nothing.

Go and find her.

Be happy.

Be happy enough for both of us.

Let's fetch the Prince.

This is an outrage!

Where have you been, you wretched girl?

You were...

Your Royal Highness.

Mama!

Mama!

Oh!

Mama!

I little knew, Madam, that I would have

the pleasure of meeting you and your delightful

daughters again in such happy circumstances.

What circumstances, Your Royal Highness?

You are the legal guardian, I believe, of

my wife-to-be.

Your wife-to-be?

Why, yes.

I am more than her legal guardian.

I have been a mother to her.

Then I do right by formally asking your

permission to take Cinderella's hand in marriage.

Mama!

Control yourselves.

Permission?

Why, of course.

Gladly.

Naturally.

I don't understand.

Do I?

Will you be quiet?

Your Royal Highness, please allow me the honor

of inviting you into our happy home.

Come, Cinderella dear.

We were so worried about you.

Thank you, but no.

I have other urgent business to attend to.

And in my happiness, I forgive you all.

Forgive me?

How dare she forgive me?

And what do they call you?

Cinderella, Your Majesty.

A most unusual name.

The name, Mother, is surely of no importance.

All that matters is that I've made my

choice and wait for your blessings.

You gave us a lot of trouble, you

know, after the ball.

People looking for you everywhere.

Vanished, you see.

Did you go back to your own kingdom?

No, Your Majesty.

I went back to where I live.

And where is that, child?

Why, here, Your Majesty.

Here?

In the castle?

No, Father.

As you've often remarked, love is blind and

we sometimes don't look under our noses.

Cinderella lives in our own Euphrania, not twenty

miles from here.

Who is this girl?

Why doesn't somebody tell me what is going

on?

This is the girl that Edward wants to

marry.

He's going to marry her, Father.

I don't wish to seem offensive, but it

does seem to me that she's most unsuitably

dressed for such a solemn occasion.

You're quite right, Grandmama.

It's something I shall correct immediately.

Father, bye, Olive.

Questions of precedent.

Yes.

Unprecedented questions of precedent.

My own thoughts, sir.

A meeting, I think the Stark Council...

It has already been convened, Your Majesty.

Pity.

Charming little thing.

In other circumstances, most appealing.

Who is it?

My lady, I'm commanded by His Majesty the

King to request an audience.

Oh.

One moment, please.

Please enter.

Father?

My Lord Chamberlain.

My lady.

Forgive me for disturbing your rest, but alas,

there are some matters of state that cannot

be delayed.

His Majesty has requested me as his principal

minister to broach the question of some delicacy.

I...

You love the Prince Edward, do you not?